I think I need to go somewhere

Today is Isaiah’s birthday.  We were supposed to attempt a way to Cali for his party, but here we are, home in Waco, Texas, instead.

The day got off to a good start.  I woke up at 7-something am.  Then, when my spouse woke up, I asked a question, and it all went to hell fairly quickly.  He has since apologized, and I really don’t bear ill will, but I’m smart enough to see that we probably ought to spend the day apart, or at least out of the goddamned house.  Where can we go?  Your guess is as good as mine!

I know Tiffany and her mother are going to be depressed as fuck today, and I am slipping into a funk about it.  It doesn’t help matters that my spouse’s body’s birthday is in four days.

I’m beginning to fucking HATE birthdays.  I used to love them.  Isn’t it funny the influence people can have on others?

Goddamn.  Now I’ve depressed myself.

Fine.

Sorry I fucked it up again.

I love you, Mikey, and everyone else in there,

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