death row metaphors are melodramatic but waking up to another day of this
I will never do this again like this, alone. not to mention exhausting, there is no fun in it, no shared agony to make it funny
when I moved here, I had my youngest child with me, we still laugh about almost killing each other that one hot day
everyone hated all of this, this time - is hating it
crescendo-level over-it
and rarely saw each other
I bet that if we'd all showed up on each a full day with all vehicles and all hands, it all would have been half as bad
we had to admire the heroic efforts of each other from afar, each alone with our own, instead
cool cool, but never will I ever again
chris stapletons beard would have to be between my legs with chickens running around shitting rainbow eggs
fuck. this.
I am deciding it's still yeserday, hoping it won't seem like karmic punishment by 8ish 😴