So sitting, sun is setting and it warms my face. And has I fumble with this keyboard and hit the wrong area..
I do feel weird... Grumpy?? Off.. but what..
The job isn't it.. I'm guessing my back..
So that what this was about...
All exercise is on hold till Dr visit.. which I don't want to do.. but oh well.. I think the opioids are fucking my mellow.
As I sense the fud... I feel sad?? Tired.. discomboobulated.. this phone is shit.. it's the size dif.. my fingers are discovering.. Nexus was wider.
Hungry.. not hungry.. guilty?? Why?? Not going to wreck my health for a job.
I can't talk to my kids.. I don't have that skill.. i can't bullshit about things when I know things are no bueno.. I want to fix.. and I can't and they need to initiate..
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