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I slept badly, full of nightmares and aches. I really have far too many things to be doing other than going to work today, so I should run along and get that over with. Writing about whores and wenches and tavern girls is entertaining stuff. Why didn't I think of that before?

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I spent four hours doing laundry tonight. Fortunately it was at my mother's house, which meant I could watch legal dramas and eat candy pumpkins. Unfortunately, I have not gotten much writing done. I've had a peppermint mochas, some candy pumpkins and three rolls. I can't decide if I'm hungry or not.

My dad is a jerk. He ignores me for months, doesn't call on my birthday and now I learn he gave my sister money. Fantastic.

I hate my job. I hate all the fear built up inside of me. I hate that my husband might never be healthy and there's not a damned thing I can do about it. I hate how I feel about all of this and I hate talking about it. It's all just so stupid.

I want to fall asleep and wake up somewhere else.

Maybe I am hungry after all.

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