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• Tired tired tired. In a number of ways.
• When I haven't been working, I've been working.
  • Painted the garage doors on Friday. Didn't bother to change out of work clothes first, now there is orange/red paint on my nice shoes and a nice shirt. Which doesn't look as nice as I thought it might. But it does look ok on the doors.
  • Installed new dishwasher on Saturday. It is, of course, leaking a little bit. It would have to, now wouldn't it. Maybe I'll tackle that tonight. I've already run a few loads through. It's been years since I've used one of those contraptions. Between that and the garbage disposal, I feel like the house has finally entered the 1970s. You can tell that Joey hasn't had a dishwasher since she was a baby - she is extremely suspicious of it. She's spent a lot of time keeping an eye on it.
  • I need to learn how to sit still.
  • But when I'm not getting something accomplished, I get very very anxious. It doesn't matter what time of day it is, or how much I've already accomplished that day or that week or that year.
• Work has been slowing down, but infinitesimally.
• My friend Matt came for a visit on Saturday. He drove his neu motorcycle all the way from Chicago! And it's not one of those motorbikes that's made for long trips.
• He's having problems with money. Children are apparently expensive. HA! BREEDERS!!! Gotta love 'em.
• Chris has done lost his mind.
• Joey never knew where hers was.
• Why does she always puke on the couch? More so, always in the exact spot where I sit.
• As we descend into incoherence and disorder
• Back to work!!!