I dont want to put on make up but I have to. I force myself because its one of the ways I battle depression.
I dont want to dust. I hate dusting. At least there isnt alot to dust
I dont want to call my daughter. I had to cancel a writer's club I was going to host at my house tomorrow but the old dog isnt feeling well. The daughter organized it and she is going to be fussy that I cancelled it...oh well. Dog comes first. Which really isnt going to sit well with her. (yeah, I know)
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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