dad's last week felt like my last week. i got no sleep hauling him around from his fractured back, hearing him begging us to kill him, mom's suicide watch she tried it 1993, no sleep, working my independent contractor marketing deliveries. i survived. dad's brain surgery, eye emergency. i survived it all.
of course i feel exhausted. fighting off the sisters just to survive since then.
library failed to open noon as posted on web. i got spot i planned on. i'm sitting 1;30 feeling the after effects of my 1972 stroke. didn't have time or inclination then.
black guard sucking up to stinky man sans father. they both wore fishing beanies at seniors and smelled from 25 feet away.
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