Dear Diary,
I don't know what to say about today... I feel like crap on a stick. I get up at about ten in the morning but before you know it it's one or two o'clock... crazy.
What did I do today? Called the bank to change my address, balanced my checkbook, shredded some more letters, took the dogs for a very short walk because they were behaving like assholes, did some anger release in the living room and actually threw up a little on the living room floor (oops), drove to my storage area to find some pants I can wear and some papers for my presentation etc., made a bunch of phone calls while I was driving- Keith was one of them and he says he has a lot of knowledge of herbs that can help me with parasites-, stopped by ZZ's and did her dishes while she jammed vegetables into her juicer for a good thirty minutes or more, came home and made dinner for myself and my parents, called Steffy to check on her- yup she's still pregnant-, made some pumpkin muffins, made a bunch of calls to organize all my sleeping arrangements etc when I travel to work and go to Serena's class, the end.
Whew. I am tired. And I feel. SUPER. AWFUL. All the time.
Love,
Duck
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