Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Tired

Worked. Worked. Got home. Made dinner. Gabe didn't want to eat it. Sat on the floor. Didn't want to get up. Gabe came and got me up. I still need to get stuff together for tomorrow. I still feel like sitting on the floor and giving up. I am glad that Gabe is here with me.

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