And I can go walking all by myself.
I hated writing that $4,000 check on Tuesday, especially since it was the second time I've paid to have rats evicted from the attic. I hope those people knew what they were doing. I hear sounds and am not altogether sure they are not coming from above.
Cue the tiny violins. I'm struggling with my demoralization at work, concerned about m and d, and feeling alone and lonely.
But hey, I went to the circus yesterday. Or rather, the circus came to a park near me.
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