I am exhausted. And I knew, obviously, that living with D. would be...different. Tiring, sure, but MY GOD. Getting up early to get to work is one thing and who cares, it's no big deal but between non-stop working at work (except for right now because FUCK IT) and just cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, laundry, blah blah blah - I need a
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