March 2012
I really love strawberry cream cheese.
Give me a tub of it and I’ll practically eat it with a spoon. I’ll pile it on top of crackers and toast so high that it’s as thick as the carbs. And then I’ll lick the knife.
I'm feeling a little worn down, guys.
I’ve been “working” more than ever and I’ve been doing a ton of house maintenance and improvement. Cleaning things out. Reorganizing. Decluttering. Hanging pictures. I even fixed a toilet. And had a man in to measure to make new radiator covers. And ordered sample fabrics to hopefully someday soon order new blinds for the bedroom.
I’m exhausted and I can’t see straight. I even turned down an invite to go to an art thing today with wine. I don’t know who I am.
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