My anxiety is weird.
We had a big lunch for my supervisor whose last day is tomorrow, and I freaked out because I had to eat.
We had a hu-mongo-normous storm and I had to work overtime today, and when I got home I discovered that I had water coming from above and below into my house, and my dog had stuff coming out of her front and her back onto my carpet, my bed, and my couch..........and I was calm as could be.
What's up with that?
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I just have to comment on my own blog! I just realized how gross that title could come across! I'm sure anyone would rather clean up poop than eat it. Oh well, I'm keeping it! That's classic!
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