i had a hard day at work and felt very alone. i think sometimes i should take up smoking because then i'd be guaranteed breaks whenever i felt like it.
i came home, and though andrew and i had plans to go to grandmother and climb, i fell into mush on the comfy chair and ate cold left-over chinese food and a beer. by the time andrew got home, i had moved to a horizontal position on the futon and have yet to get up. i have searched and searched for housing for us and come up with nothing feasible. byron's lead on a job for me fell through. andrew hasn't heard anything from anyone he's applied with. and there are people calling nightly (rather late, might i add) to see our house. it's all more than i can handle.
i have cried and cried, and the only thing that has made me stop is the fact that andrew, bailey, and lillie have all joined me on the futon... it's good to have a family.
what andrew does while i type this... and every night beginning around 8:30pm.
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