yup. turns outs i have a bunch to write about. but only sometimes.
and right now... its pissing rain and whipping the trees around like she wished they would all rip out of the ground and make us run around like ants without a trail.
seriously missing having my own space... to do anything. missing my helen. and my stupid snuggly kittens. definitely not missing the cold weather/snow/ice. but missing my alone time like it was a pet that died (at the weirdest times and in a super intense kind of way which makes me feel like i might spontaneously implode)
the end.
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