Sunday, August 2, 2009

heat wave

his room is 85 degrees. no wonder he has been crying for two hours these last two bedtimes. fucking heat wave. i am really patient with the crying. like, i kind of pride myself on the fact that it doesn't ruffle me but....
tonight i am ruffled like a bag of chips. and i really hate those kind of chips. 
danny is on the water and cannot hear my call. fuck.

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