Saturday, 12:30pm.
I’ve been awake for a solid hour and a half — it’s only 12:30, stop judging — and I’m “folding” laundry. Most of which is made of a blend of synthetic materials that stretch regardless of my weight so folding it is more an act of creating balls of black fabric on the bed.
Insert: 45-lb insane cattle dog.
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