THURSDAY

5:33 PM
Oh my goodness.

Driving to work.

Tire.

I am tired.

It’s kind of dumb.

That’s my life.

I got bitched out about the chores again. I was just like, look, I’m drowning. I don’t know what else to say, but The boss lady roommate, she was nice about about it. She was actually, I don’t know.

What she thinks I do. Why she thinks I don’t do stuff. You know, like It’s not laziness. Maybe she’s just used to. Lazy ass fucked up. People like the roommate who took me back and forth to work. You know, because she is. But I’m not like that. I’m just really busy. Like, work between work and the kids.

I don’t have any free time. Unless I don’t have money.

Oh, I’m so hungry. I want to stop.

This guy just passed me on the fucking shoulder road.

There’s some crazy ass people. There are just the craziest.

The craziest fucking people out here driving.

I don’t know, I don’t know what else to say because, uh,

I just want to keep up my post Streak and I’m tired.

I haven’t been getting around and doing things. Early.

I’ve been really tired and sad and that has been my whole year, pretty much. It’s already the middle of April. Like technically, though, this month is More than halfway over. So,

Gosh, right?

Thank you, please.