So the countdown begins... T minus 20 days, and I'll be 32. How exciting! Not. Although I must say, I'm healthier than I've ever been, I'm mentally in a good place, and this is the year I become a mother. I'm actually really excited to see what 32 has in store for me. 31 was nice. A little rough but it wasn't horrible. I'm stronger because of it. Maybe a little meaner. I'm always going to be an asshole. There's just no way to get it out of me at this point. It's set, my friend. Like a blood stain. The baby might help calm me down. We'll see.
Work was hellish. I made it 6 hours and bounced out. Number one, it's hot as balls. 2, Today was my day off. Soooo, I said "yeah. fuck this". I came home and had a fantastic nap. Then I ate ribs and fries. Worth it. Tomorrow is a different story. It's my regularly scheduled day so I'll tough it out. B stole someone's lunch by accident. I wonder if she ever figured out whose...
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