dear true enough diary,
while it is morning around the area where i live and the sun is up and shining all over town and people are moving about so freely, i find myself awake too for a change. it wont be a permanent change, i'll be asleep again before the next hour is up, but ima flip over a few more times after i post this and prolly snuggle with my furry partners in crime and think about where i was seventeen years ago today. marty, my dog, got loose this morning (seventeen years ago) and i was late for a very important appointment. i was also supposed to have a light breakfast and ended up eating a half a pound of sausage and a half a gallon of milk. but i was home by 8:30PM that night and slept in my OWN bed, so i think i did pretty damn good. he weighed seven pounds and fourteen ounces and he was born at 1:47PM during one life to live, and i don't even watch that soap opera, because all the ones that aren't on cbs suck- but that's what was on. he was a big baby and he came right out. the unibomber was so proud. so we left and played lottery and went home and came back the next day to get the little fucker. PICK THREE THAT NIGHT WAS 713 AND I PLAYED 714 i was so pissed off- i wanted to beat my baby- but didn't. i think since i remembered that today, i will go ahead and beat him tonight when he gets home.
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