I feel like shit. Nose running. Head mildly pounding. Sneezing. I want to go home. I can't think. Too distracted. Can't focus. Don't care. Want to bundle up, sleep, sweat this out. Feel better tomorrow.
But three jobs is even harder. If you're a parent, you have a job - raising a child to adulthood. You counsel, cook, clean, discipline, love, support, comfort, friendship, teach, provide for. That is a job, in itself
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Don't have to work today, but was still up at 5am to get the big rugrat up and off to school. Then I sat down and messed around on MySpace, adding pictures and links from the few years I spent Role Playing in InterCity
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