120.

So much to write, how ever….three days of 14 hour shifts, and the day I have had….

 

 

I don’t have the energy to clit clat on my touch screen phone…

Nor  can I think with the ungodly screeching of my mother’s dog….

 

The day I move I’m throwing a “finally, peace and quiet party”…..itll consist of my self, my Pandora jazz station, bath bomb, and a fat blunt…..

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