I'm still out of sorts, in my funk. Boo. It's also 96 degrees outside and it's September. And I'm tired of work, tired of Washington, and all I want to do is just crash somewhere comfortable, away from everyone.
I don't know how to turn this around. I really feel like it's time to have a kid. And I know Steve is reluctant about that. I am tired of not having my feelings taken primarily into account. There has to be more to life than this, because I'm tired. And I'm tired of complaining and feeling, again, out of sorts on everything.
Not much to say. Just what's on my mind today.
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