April Showers.

I sat here and thought about all of the nice things I could write about...the job I'm applying for, the way my husband's neck smells, the bowl of Life cereal I just ate...

But really, when ANOTHER FUCKING SNOWSTORM is on the way and I found out I have to get even more instruments jammed up my nethers, well. I'm Not Pleased.

I'm a bit of an emotional and physical wreck right now. I don't want to turn this into a Place of Woe, but shit, isn't that what a diary is for? Believe me, I am not this despondent in person. No, I save it all for you. Cheers!

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