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[wordplayed]

i fell asleep after having sushi. food coma. i left in a hurry thinking it was the middle of the night. all i wanted to do was sleep in my own bed. then i realized when i got home that the clock i had been looking at was wrong and ahead by 2 hours. i knew i couldn't have spent three hours laying on that bed.

so now i'm here allowing my mind to float.

a friend and i made our second attempt to visit a psychic. strike two. i'm better off. it's all in good fun for me but i think homegirl is trying to find answers or even more true, excuses. who is she kidding here? whatever happens in life is supposed to happen to you. you can't change your fate. anyway, her sister called frantically informing us that the youngest had been bitten by a canine. poor thing. she and her friend were playing outside when a neighbor was walking her german shepard without a leash. yadda yadda yadda, she got stitches in her left leg.

now the eight year old is scared of dogs and doesn't really want to talk about what happened. isn't it weird how situations, events, life, people can totally traumatize you? i hope she doesn't grow up having to see a therapist every week just to deal with this event.