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Today, I worked a full day, which did include attempting to help a 400+ pound woman sit at the edge of the bed. Note the use of the word "attempting", next time we'll have 3 people to try to sit this lady up. Then, out of either the kindness of my heart or temporary insanity, I helped Trevor move. Now, the other night, Trevor told me that he'd spend some time cleaning up and packing yesterday. Didn't happen. What is it about boys that makes them think they can move all of their shit inside of 12 hours without doing any preparation work first? @&#*%$!!!!!
So now, I'm tired, and sore, and my tummy is rather upset because I splurged and fed it McDonald's, which I hadn't done in weeks, and apparently it's gotten accustomed to healthy food because unhealthy food resulted in icky feelings. Now, with the brain trying to leak out of my ears, very little more to say about life except:
Fire bad...
So now, I'm tired, and sore, and my tummy is rather upset because I splurged and fed it McDonald's, which I hadn't done in weeks, and apparently it's gotten accustomed to healthy food because unhealthy food resulted in icky feelings. Now, with the brain trying to leak out of my ears, very little more to say about life except:
Fire bad...
