Yesterday I wrote a page, and couldn’t get enthused about it. Today I’ll go see if I can push forward. If I can’t, that means I goofed, and I’ll have to go back and fix it. Damn it. I should do laundry instead. Ha! If that won’t get me writing, nothing will.
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::pout:: It’s not fair. I’m not supposed to be a single parent. I’m not supposed to be alone. That stuff is for people who don’t have the cojones to hang in there when life gets rough. When you really love someone, and you give it all you’ve got, it’s supposed to work out, damn it!
I’m not even trying to write. I’m reading the first Taro and Rafe book, not even editing unless I see something that really needs fixing, and that’s it. I’ve done a little around the house, I complain when Hope sits on me, and I read. My back hurts. My feet hurt. And I just don’t
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I don’t have the energy for any pranks. Sigh. What a day. I’m just glad to be home. And glad it still is home, the new landlord doesn’t seem much interested in raising the rent, kicking me out, or even making me get rid of the animals. Hurray. (that’s all the enthusiasm I can muster