fuck my fucking fuck of a fucking life with a fucking bushel of fucksticks

Geez, my daughter may have some horrific disease, I’m overdue for handing over documents to the church auditor, the shop has been quite slow (although Katie’s friend Jessica is there doing art work on the sidewalk signs,) I can’t get a fucking printer driver installed on this fucking Windows 8, some asshole came into the shop yesterday and lectured me for half an hour about everything I’m doing wrong, another merchant told me that apparently everybody on the street thinks we charge too much money, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I know that at some point (maybe rather later than sooner) sweet Death will come take me none of this would be tolerable.

Oh look, Margot’s chasing a fly, how adorable.

Nope, still feel like shit.

Katie’s next specialist appointment is tomorrow. Any bets she’ll be waiting 6 months for a neurology consult?

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Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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