It's probably a bad idea to write when you are in a confusing place in life, however I have found it to be more theraputic that chocolate- perish the thought. Random thoughts broadcast to random people. Well, I bet no one will really read this anyway.
The kids are in bed, sweet little ones. I try not to let them catch on to the turmoil. Perceptive guys.
Life is too short on so many levels.
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