Three days...
Three days of exercise and watching what I eat down... This shit is cake.
What isn't cake is a cat that hates the new puppy and two kids that don't leave the poor puppy alone. I'm tired of trying to make everyone get along. I'm lonely right now and a little sad, but I'll get over it.
Or maybe I'll run away.
I need a vacation from everything. A nice pool. Some room service. A massage. Sleep.
Haha! Yeah, right.
Suck it up buttercup. Nurse your knotty muscle and your sore ass cheek (Lupron number three hurt like hell), get some sleep and do it all over again tomorrow.
Fine.
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