I sort of failed in taking the time to do something just for myself, unless getting a tetanus, diptheria, and pertussis shot counts (NOT.) And by the end of the day, I felt that shot—not in my arm but all through my exhaustion—and could barely keep my eyes open long enough to light the bagel, lox, and cream cheese menore. But I'm a stickler for public accountability, so I climbed into bed with my laptop, and watched the final episode of The Outs.
That's all. Just me and Mitchell and Oona and Jack and Scruffy and ..... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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