But Actually Fine
FYI, I am not moping and droopy, despite the previous two entries. What I am is tired and tired. And sad, too--but if I was really truly down I would call someone to come keep me company, not bleat into my blog. My bleating is not a call for help; it is merely journaling so that I can look back and go, "Wow, Dude! That month fucking SUCKED!" So, no worries, not about me anyhow.
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