3:58pm – Where’d the fucking day go?!!!! YIKES!!!

It’s not like me (anymore) to be so blunt and cuss so easily.  That’s usually Betty’s or Piers’ job, but to hell with it.  I’m fucking exhausted again.

I wonder if it’s possible for ONE of us to have Chronic Fatigue, but not the others.  That just occurred to me.  I’ll have to figure that out, somehow.  I’m resourceful, you know.  Mama always said I should be a private investigator because of how easily I can research things, when I try to, anyway.

I picked up what felt like two tons of puppy shit.  These little cretins (I adore them…don’t get the wrong impression) must pump out more waste than a nuclear power plant ever could!

They’re so small, and yet they shit and piss like ten times their body weight every day.  How are THEY not chronically fatigued?  Whoa, dude.

Anyway, I’m tuckered out, so I took two Iron Complex pills.  That seems to help.

Piers is hiding.  I don’t know if he’s ok or not.  He just hollered to me that he’ll pass, whatever the hell that means.  Betty is worried about Tiffany.  She called earlier and left a voicemail before we got in touch with her.  Tiffany sounds like she’s having allergy problems, but you know how moms are….OMG is she CRYING?  Is my baby okay?  blah fucking blah

lol

I’m tired.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!  I hate that I get so pooped.  Hehehe, funny pun.  Pooped from scooping poop.

Anyway, we really should be cleaning house.  Now ask me if we are gonna.

Tomorrow?  Please, My Mikey?  Tomorrow?

Yikes, I’m such a wuss.

Oh well, life goes on.

My Key, My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack