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I want to crawl into bed and read, but my eyes won’t cooperate. After hour number seventeen dozen gazillion of crying, they will only focus well enough to keep me from smacking my head into the walls when I move around the house. Eyes are stupid. It’s a good thing I can adjust the . . . → Read More: Eyes and Hearts Every time we get a new dog, we have the same argument. I want to wait to give the new dog a name. I figure, if we give it a few days, the dog will name itself. My family, on the other hand, is so eager to have something to call the thing (why . . . → Read More: Grieving Lessons On September 13, 2001, I was home alone. I don’t remember why; there should have been kids in the house. Perhaps I wasn’t alone, and the kids were napping? In any case, I was at my desk, doing daycare paperwork, when the phone rang. The phone had been ringing a great deal. Everyone, it . . . → Read More: The World Is Burning Depression is rage spread thin. ~George Santayana I hate everyone and everything. Even the coffee I brought with me to my desk is all wrong. I hate flavored coffee, and I hate the person who used up all the regular coffee and didn’t go buy more. I hate that the person who did that . . . → Read More: Driftwood  |
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