Today was Donut Day, also known as my birthday.
It was rather meh, because I'm starting to have a trouble with growing old, I know, only 39 years old, I know, but I seem to be having trouble nonetheless; yesterday I cried and I wondered to my husband who was going to take care of me when I'll become infirm and senile?; of course, he laughed his butt
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