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There are some days when one has to face up to reality.
I hate days like that.
Myr is still stick. Has been since Monday. I'm hoping she feels good enough to go to school tomorrow, she doesn't do well thinking about everything she is missing. All I can provide is a solace of comfort.
My wrist has been aching all week. I think I did something to it while moving all my desk stuff at work.
Haven't spent more than a couple of hours with Wil, despite it being our anniversary.
I know it's nothing tragic.
Most of all, there are things I want to be good at, but I am only made of fail.
I hate days like that.
Myr is still stick. Has been since Monday. I'm hoping she feels good enough to go to school tomorrow, she doesn't do well thinking about everything she is missing. All I can provide is a solace of comfort.
My wrist has been aching all week. I think I did something to it while moving all my desk stuff at work.
Haven't spent more than a couple of hours with Wil, despite it being our anniversary.
I know it's nothing tragic.
Most of all, there are things I want to be good at, but I am only made of fail.
