I almost got my room clean today. Then I got nostalgic, messed it all up again in a lame attempt to salvage some memories and be creative. It ended with frustration at not having glue, not feeling inspired, almost crying at how fast time seems to be slipping by, and my sister yelling at me to take the dog out. I wanted to lay face down on the floor in the living room in the hazy darkness and pretend like I have it all figured out but I was rudely interrupted by paws and claws in my back and whines and sharp teeth in my ears.
The dog is finally settled down and snoring, and I can only imagine and catch a glimpse of what a mother must feel after her baby finally stops crying and she can get some rest. I can't even fathom being a mother right now, let alone being married. Sure it would be nice to have that James Marsden-esque man come into my life, but I have this haunting suspicion that there are some things I need to do first, things I must learn.
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