catechism
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frailty, thy name is pam: chicago, cats, and something uniquely me. i don't roll on shabbos.
it's been a pretty rough few months, so i've been forcing myself to have a little treat on fridays. idk if it's working, but I DO know that depressed with pie is way better than depressed without pie
earlier he ruined my nap by puking all over the bed, forcing me to spend the rest of the day doing laundry, but i guess i'm over it
zuko's latest attempt to keep me from going to work is laying claim to my work backpack
then he got mad bc i took his picture instead of helping him, and sulked off to get himself out of it
zuko loves The Cleaning Time, which is good because everything else about it is a rough go
coworker is trying to get rid of his DVDs, and has decided the best way to do this is to give them to me, pero no las quiero!!!!!
i stopped coming to the couch in the mornings to have my coffee and now I remember why: it is way WAY too hard to get up and go to work
i still have more than half of this left, and maybe two days to use it? the struggle is real, friends. i'm thinking i'll cut it into lemon bars and then, idk, make 10 pies?
dispatches from the genealogy rabbit hole: found this photo, 0% of my aunts have any idea who it is, 100% want a copy
having coffee with the cat, looking at the snow, listening to the kids in my building (whose names i know!!) play outside, i just really love chicago guys
I Need My Arm For Drinking Coffee But The Cat Needs It For A Pillow: a tragic novel in infinite parts, by me
staple removers. probably not the cheapest to buy but I assume there are a million sitting around in genxers' desk drawers