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I swear, I’m a fucking walking disaster. Every day there is something else wrong with me. This morning I woke up with a huge, swollen, painful bug bite. ON MY ASS.
For fuck’s sake. These goddamned bugs. Country motherfucking living, dude.
Yesterday my doc mentioned that I have gained a bit of weight since our last appointment (6 months ago) and now I basically want to die. Instead, I will eat my feelings. And cry.
No, seriously…I need to get it together. Happiness makes you fat, though. D and I have too much fun together. We have a running date tonight. We go out so much. I’m actually looking forward to staying in tonight, and also to our upcoming weekend with the kids.
I need to get a grip on my mental state. Everything has changed, and it has changed so quickly that I’m struggling to adjust. I’m always exhausted, and that makes me even more emotional.
Oh well. Ya win some, ya lose some.