Bad day. Bad couple of days. It's getting cold out, which I normally don't mind at all, but now POTS is beating me up bad. BAD. Stupid pain. Go away forever. Leave us all alone! Nyah!
Have to eat. Have to sleep. Keep finding music, keep, keep, sleep.
Fare thee well, Cathy. You and your sales clerks will always be a part of my inner shopping psyche. ACK!
zzz,
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