Hey reader. Yesterday I nearly clocked a woman in the face. Like straight up. I raised my hand and realized it wouldn't help anything. And then I let my mask slip for a moment and let her see she was hurtful. For backstory, she told me if I had tried harder, maybe Drake would still be alive. She literally put the blame for his passing on me. She was coming in to get a drink and she just... Coworker told me she has the beginning stages of dementia and to not pay attention to her but holy hell.
Hateful lil gremlin.
He used to use a phrase she did, because it made him crack up. She would tell me that "I like you, you're nice, you're my friend." Repeated over and over. And in this odd voice. Drake thought it was the funniest shit ever.
Reader, it's cold as fuck outside. It will get warmer and I'm counting on it. I've got to go to the house and wash eldests bedding and such. He's pretty bad allergic to cats and while we were gone they had a party in his room. Sooo. Yeah. They didn't really party just shed everywhere and took sleeps on his bed.
Ahh my left hand is numb this is weird.
Ok
Much love or something
S
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