Drinking: cold coffee
Listening to: elevator ding
Wearing: jeans, red sweater, short black boots

It’s past five pm and I know I should be dashing out to pick up my daughter, but the office has emptied and I have a few moments of quiet.

You know that feeling when your contact lenses have been in since 5:30am and you’ve been staring at a computer screen all day? Yeah — I feel like that from head to toe.

We bought a new bedroom set four weeks ago and I have yet to sleep all night in my new bed. I do not have a newborn. I don’t understand this insomnia.

Tonight, 9pm, will go to the gym for second personal trainer encounter. Will try not to die from a) humiliation or b) extreme pain.

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