...and I don't even know how to begin figuring out where to start sorting it all out.
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For the first six hours of my day I sat blankly in front of my computer screen, expecting it to suddenly come to me, all the while enduring a constant barrage of Dora the Explorer and Go, Diego, Go!...while my darling little adventurer herself daringly defeated the devious foes of her imagination behind my back...LITERALLY behind my back, using my shoulders as a diving board as she leapt from couch to floor and back again...I am sore, and I want more alcohol. Alcohol consumption very rarely leads to stunningly eloquent or grammatically/syntactically correct English essays.
This post has no point.
I just needed to vent a little...So thank you for listening to me.
I feel like screaming and throwing something hard against...something else...that's also hard...
The first hard thing would need to break...into a kajillion tiny little plastic and metal pieces and scatter (loudly!) all over the ceramic or tile floor below. And then I would walk away...and for once, NOT have to clean up a mess.
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