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All Work and No Sleep Makes Me Something, Something
Too much work and not enough sleep. Something has to give or else!
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Unpacking Baggage, Excess and Otherwise…
I have stuff, and it all arrived finally this past week. Just so this happened the day after I picked up mr horrible from the airport. Happy coincidence? Yes.
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He Expected a Fight and Other Epiphanies
I came to the realization this weekend that I have outgrown the ex. I find the ex tedious, and this epiphany was as frightening as it was enlightening.
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Bracing For Impact…
I must be suffering from the effects of residual stress because my head has been pounding all day. I can only assume that it is my body reacting to what I have yet to wrap my mind around completely: that in a matter of hours my calm will be disrupted by the arrival of mr horrible. I have been too busy to really stop and take stock.
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I Should Have Known… (Recognition of the signs that things aren’t meant to be…)
I should have known that my marriage was not going to last the first time I looked at the sleeping face of Mr Horrible and I wanted to smother it with a pillow. Why did I have this murderous impulse? Because he was drunk, and when Mr Horrible is hammered, the way he breathes when he is sleeping makes me want to pull out his hair… or smother him with a pillow. It’s this annoying exhalation when he is so drunk that his flaccid lips flap as he breathes out. It is the MOST ANNOYING SOUND in the world. More annoying than the annoying song on YouTube. I have never…
