All our stuff is pretty much packed. So Jude is playing with pots and pans. Probably what children in Africa play with. If they had food and stuff. (offensive, whatever.)
I'm cranky today. Mike is gone. I'm freaking out about the upcoming year and I'm high again from attempting to get off my crazy meds once and for all. But the little alien inside my head controlling my movements is obviously drunk or something because I can hardly stand.
Getting in my pajamas at three in the afternoon, cuddling with my -Jude just freakin punched me in the cheek with my cellphone, ow- kids and watching Glee.
Oh and ps...
I THOUGHT SPRING WAS HERE? Someone assassinate that damn varmint of a groundhog already.
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