I was going to go to DMV this morning, but I was feeling so puny yesterday, I went to bed before 1300, and realized I’d better stay close to the barn today.
So I will plan on going next week.
I don’t know what I’ve been eating but it hasn’t been the right stuff. I have to go to the store, but I don’t want to. I wasn’t able to get the steroid thanks to stamps.com and my stupid memory, so now, I’m afraid to even buy food. And Pink Drink won’t be on the list for a while.
Wow. That all sounds really depressing, doesn’t it?
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