I have two kids now. Almost finished with my associates degree. I am tired often, but less dramatic. I don't have time to think about anything except the day ahead of me. Vote tomorrow.
So I got a stupid spam message on an old journal entry from 2001, and of course it was terrible and lame. So I spent AN HOUR going back and reading them
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Elliott is getting so big. He's gibbering quite hilariously, and will be walking any minute. It's something else to be someone's Daddy, and of course my child is the most beautiful ever. (Sorry friends with other children.) I'm running through parenthood, work, and school and feel like I'm trying to sprint through molasses.