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so, wtf?
I been sicker’n a dog is what. Four days of fever and delirium. AND babysitting. AND no Woman on The Verge to soothe my brow and bring me cool water from the well. Not that we have a well, but you get the point.
So put upon I am.
Ha.
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So, that jury fucking hung. Mistrial after a month of hard work. Six months, really, but almost a month in trial alone.
Cocksucker.
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then our computer bust. I think Google Chrome did it, we’re running an ancient OS X 10.5 and they won’t support it anymore, and when I tried to use Chrome the dang thing went all blue screen of death on me.
Ratfucker.
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There’s some dishes on the counter my daughter used making bacon and eggs. I’ve leave ’em set there five days now. I clean the kitchen, do all the other dishes, laundry, sweep, vacuum, etc.
Ever day I’m babysitting that boy of hers for ten, twelve, fourteen hours. Putting gas in her car so she can get where she needs. Food on the table.
I’ll die before I wash those dishes. I don’t know why, but I swear it’s true.
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In other news, that woman is flying, flying across this great land of ours, heartsick for home and her grandbaby and her man.
That’s me.
She gone be home soon, is what.
Fuckin’ eggs, bacon.
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Now, I got all that outta my system. Sorry. You can start reading again, any of youse that’s still left.
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Here is the best thing:
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Don’t he beat all?
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Hurry home, woman. I miss you too bad.
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Namaste.
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