Happy spoiled boy in the house.
Horrible dreams last night.
I should be working on taxes instead of watching "Project Runway."
I feel a big headache coming on.
Misery just keeps growing. I did the right thing, the punishment is fierce. I guess 35 years has not softened the anger of the past, on either side. I fear we are not going to get through this one.
I love it when the boy comes home so happy from FNM. He had a great night, and was thrilled with his trades. I oohed and ahhed over them even if I have no idea what they mean.
Tomorrow is another day, and if I see it, then I lived another day.
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