and stressed out about money... grrr. Need to make more fast.
Hungry. Tired. Meetings. blahh. I wish someone would just scoop me up and make me go take a nap... can they read me to sleep too? Pretty please.
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Tales and ramblings of woe and joy from the bitter cold edge as told by a fat, brilliant, scared, lonely single mom.
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