my daily stress returns to town.

My mother has been home for approximately two hours and already I have retreated into my room to avoid her. Why? Dude, she's just being nasty. T. was here until 11:30 and felt sorry for me. Or concerned or something. I don't know. It's amazing how quickly I can go from a good, comfortable mood into agitation and irritation.

I'm going to finish my current run of laundry in the basement, then continue hiding in my room, reading and finishing my job application. It's a lifestyle.

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Dogs Deserve Better.