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I woke up late for work today. :( Then I talked myself into coming into work twice this week. I regretted it after the words came out of my mouth--I want to relax my last possible break!
Twinkle becomes a beast in the night. She is constantly biting and nipping at my hands and neck. Sometimes I just want to throw her onto the ground to get her to stop, but then I get scared that I might do that to my future baby. I certainly hope not! Oh, me and my destructive fantasies. Please God, don't let my baby have a pair of scissors for teeth. Today as I was about to run up the stairs, I glanced at some cookies on the dining table and imagined myself dipping those cookies into milk. Next thing I knew, I landed face first onto the hardwood steps. I laid on the ground for a good five minutes groaning about how stupid I am and now my side hurts like a mofo. Okay now I must sleep to avoid being tardy. This confirms that I NEED two alarms. |
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