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Bisquick Farm Thy Neighbor Above.
Don’t Like The Smell Of Pancakes At 8:30 a of m.
Don’t Like The Smell Of Pancakes At Any Time.
And it’s only 10:10.
Full Moon/Eclipse last evening.
I found myself among candles, music, and Cats.
Maybe that’s the way it is meant for me now.
After the night kept passing by and the Full Moon began its decline, I finished re-viewing the rest of the film, Control and then buzzing around on Roku.
Sleep was coming, so I headed to bed without tears.
Awoke to sunrise and not my breakfast.
Realized bowl I superglued was now superglued to rented kitchen counter.
I had to break said bowl *(now in garbage) and a partial ring of Superglue is frozen on the rented kitchen counter.
Listened (partial) to Santigold’s new Album.
She never lets me down.
On my Instagram. Uploading the Boomerang Video from last evening.
Back in bed with one Cat continuously trying to sleep ontop of me.
Not Wearing Pajamas.
Regular Saturday Therapy Session at Noon.
Eyes are heavy.
Listened to Taxi To Heaven.
It’s been awhile.
Interrupted by Phone Call.
Rinse Mop Bucket Out
Water Was Brown. *(Mopped it twice two Saturday’s ago and last Sunday, Swiffler Mop. Why the heck is the water brown)?!
Thank You Pinesol.
Looked At Superglued Kitchen Counter
Vacuuming, Laundry, And More Mopping Needs To Be Done.
Financial Crisis At Its Worst.
I don’t eat anymore.
I’m the only one who knows the major reason why *(Besides Gastroparesis).
Coffee with my Silk Vanilla Almond Milk Creamer/Omelette, Spanish Style/Potatoes/Ketchup/Juice.
Found This BEAUTIFUL Photo On Instagram This A of M.
Someone I Follow.
I Was Going To Edit The Photo To My Liking (with the property name still), But Decided To Let It Be.
In My Existence
All Happening Now.