dear closer than you think diary,
looking back over the fallen leaves of my life, whenever i start raking up piles of shit i've done over the years- i do hate clean up time- it takes a ton of effort to decide what stays and what goes. i have to reconcile the fact that there is some shit that takes a bit longer to clean up than others, but it all comes out in the wash- usually- and if it doesn't and a hit of bleach wont get it- i'll put it in the work pile man. i feel like a bologna sandwich right now, but there is no bologna in this house because i don't buy that nasty ass shit. i ain't gonna eat anyway. what is the use in it. the pups are on high terror alert tonight. the grump is ready to bark at about anything. i'm ready to sleep and start a new posting week and forget about it.