Debby downer

Ever have an never ending day when all you want is to look at the clock and have it be 8pm so it can be bedtime? I'm having one and it is the shits. I hate doing it, but can't the impulse to watch each minute slowly creep by. I thought I'd never be a debby downer, but here I am, making another depressing post. Probably because I have no one I can have a real conversation with. Peanut's don't count since he never holds up his end of the conversation.

Off to figure out dinner and what to do with some beans, cherry tomatoes, carrots and zucchini that doesn't require the food processor since it's loud and Mike's sleeping.

~Crys :o(

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