Friday, September 30
Nothing worse than those mornings when you wake up and the first words out of your mouth are "oh, shit." The inevitable baby crying woke me up, as usual, but the sound I heard after that was the sound of the truck dumping a new load of stress onto the already-taller-than-me pile: the creaking of the baseboard heat. The HEAT. Forgot all about that, and now here it is, heating season. Fuuuuuuuuuuck. So I have that to look forward to dealing with when I get back from Australia. Can I show you my list of Things I'd Rather Spend Eight Grand On? I'll attach it as a text file; it's several pages long, single-spaced.
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