I feel like Poop. Poop warmed over. Poop that has been squished and has been drying on pavements somewhere.
I am never ever venturing into public again for fear of germs. I've been out of germ range for 6 months and they've hunted me down, tranqued me, tagged me and released me back into the wild.
I haven't been journalling. I've been forging for food around the house all week. Am dying for comfort food. Probably will be up this week since I haven't gotten off the couch much and when I have it was to go for lunch with my Mom and I had FRENCH FRIES. In your faces. Karama got me back hard though. Chipped a tooth (again!) slow eroding away.
James isn't taking longer than 45 minute naps which doesn't help me much. He's up there grunting in his crib now. Better go before he wedges himself sideways again and freaks out.
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