the stale taste of recycled air.

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sigh.
today i went to see tims mom. she had back surgery about a week or two ago and is home bound. i made her dinner. it was nice and good. and a pie too. i am wonderful. it was sad and nice at once.
i made chicken and potatoes and green beans and grilled them all and marinated in my very own suaces. well not MY suaces but ones i made myself. with no recipei.
i cant type. im not stoned but i wish i was.
i miss something,
mayvbe its myself.
im moving into jess house. thats nice. fun. im going to make dinner for everyone all theimte. ill be happ.
i have a job. i have house. i have love.
everything is perfect. no?
it is. it is.
everything is gine.
everything is good.
im happy.