I have nothing good to say. It was a funky Monday for obvious reasons, in addition to the usual Monday crap.
If I make it through the week without snapping, it will be a minor miracle.
I have to pick up Fletcher's ashes tomorrow.
Wednesday I have a dentist appointment.
Friday is the damned Royal Wedding. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm sick of hearing about it. Maybe I'll be in the spirit by Friday. But certainly not enough to wake up at 4 am when coverage begins.
If I make it through the week without snapping, it will be a minor miracle.
I have to pick up Fletcher's ashes tomorrow.
Wednesday I have a dentist appointment.
Friday is the damned Royal Wedding. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm sick of hearing about it. Maybe I'll be in the spirit by Friday. But certainly not enough to wake up at 4 am when coverage begins.
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