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I need a haircut. As always.
The weather was calling me outside, so I explored once or twice. Basically, I want summer now, and don't know how I'm going to make it until then.
Jake is on the island for a few days. I'd love to be able to use this alone time to write music/stories/anything, but work honestly has me so worn out that I don't even know what to do anymore. I come home crabby, and drink a bottle of wine to calm my nerves and even me out.
Every day.
The weekends are the only time I feel sane enough to do anything.
Complaincomplaincomplain.
I just chipped my tooth.