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Poke me if I missed something.

Right now, though, I must eat. Fooooood. Foooood.

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Request to the Universe

It is May.

New month, new start.

Stop fucking with my friends. Stop fucking with me.

Give us a bit of a break before we all crash and burn. Fires are pretty but once the toys are broken there's nothing to play with anymore.

Love When You're Not Being a Bitch,
Sara

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So tired. So very tired.

Dale had told us he was going to take two weeks in May off so he and his grandfather could go somewhere. He never gave us a date, though so I figured there'd be some, y'know, warning.

Came in today to discover that Dale is gone. Taking his two weeks this and next week with neither a "Do you mind" or a "This is what I'm in the middle of." I'm hoping there's not a lot that falls into the "Middle of" category because this is liable going to be stressful enough without trying to pick things up in the absolute middle.

So if I'm slow or snappish or overly emotional, that's why.

Oh, god, I should probably come in for both the Fridays he'll be gone. Don't wanna.