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It's autumn. I'm working on an epic journal entry, which I will post here. Things are crazy, what with being pregnant and trying to move back across the country. What the fuck is wrong with me? I guess being pregnant didn't make me any less restless - not that I really thought it would. It all feels impossible some days, but most of the time I'm just really excited.
Did I mention that it's autumn?
Did I mention that it's autumn?