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This job, you guys…It seems like the clock has been moving backwards and adding more time to each day. Now that we have reached Friday, my week has been 365 days of hell.
I’m really pulling for Saturday to get here early – or is that on time? Whatever. Just hurry up already, Saturday.

That decision really made me grow (as a person).

This should be self-explanatory.

I’m flattered WordPress, I really am. But you’re not my type. You are rather droll, dull, delve into data mining, detrimentally dumb, disorganized, dreadfully repetitive, despicably distant, and impossible to get to know. You keep us at a distance with your bugs and your malware attacks, and frankly, I’ve had enough.
I will not go to a restaurant with you, WordPress. You strike me as the type to bring a briefcase to a five star restaurant and put your leftovers in it. 
I will not go out with you, WordPress. But here’s what you can do: send food to my house. I love basil pesto with fresh angel hair pasta. Thanks in advance.

I’m definitely going over that limit.
Toothpaste
Clean water
Indoor plumbing
Shelter
Food
Drinking water
My cat
Kindness
Bumblebees
Flowers
Trees
Notebooks
Pens
OK, all stationery products – I have a bit of an obsession, all right?
Sleep
Music
My car, Koko (NOT the Audi Q3)
A hot cup of tea
Books
WRITING
Feeding squirrels and birds
Singing in my car (technically it’s performance art)
Brownies
Forehead kisses
Holding hands with the right person
The warmth of spring
Tennis
Finding cash on the ground
Making people laugh
All things Parisian
Pink skies
French fashion
Chocolate milk
Hummingbirds and their nests
My neighbor’s dog, Petey
Waking up to another day
I’m writing. I hadn’t done that in many years and I forced myself to purchase a domain to keep at it. But that’s not really a positive change, that’s a revisit of something I enjoy.
I finally got blonde hair again. But that’s not really a positive change. That’s just a superficial renovation of the exterior. 
I’m a work in progress. I try to change aspects of myself that I feel could be different, but I tend to fall back into bad habits: thinking I should’ve made better choices, feeling bad about not making better choices, and, well, trying to get through this thing called life.
I suppose one positive change is realizing that I’m not making positive changes all the time.
Old traumas resurface and old behavior patterns come along with them. I’m not sure I’m ever going to get it right, but I’m going to try.
Have a good day, everyone.
What’s the most fun way to exercise?
Writing. Reading. Learning.
That’s all I have for today, folks. Have a great day.