dear important ledger diary,
let the record show that i have done my very very best to become depressed but being in this bed for two days is taking its toll. i got the chicken done. so that's really good. now i've got to throw down in the kitchen. i've got more pickles and pies and tomatoes coming and corn next week. i cant be fucking around. that's why i thought if i needed to take a mental time out- it should be this week because next week- i ain't got time. but then william came and RUINED MY 'BAD' MOOD and now i'm all happy again. maybe the grump will bite me on my foot if i cram it in his mouth- that would prolly make me laugh though and i'd still be in a good mood. i guess i'll try and be depressed again tomorrow. i know i'm supposed to be upset still, and i have the time all set aside and everything- but the issue that should be breaking my heart- AIN'T- i'm in bed because there's a bunch a shit on the couch.
