Today's race is in Pocono. Am in a really shitty mood, and don't know why. The apartment is a mess, and I feel fat. I want some pizza. And chocolate. And macaroni and cheese in the blue box. Homemade would be good too.
I woke up last nite, sat up in a cold sweat, because I'd dreamed my daughter-in-law had been killed in a car crash. Dreamed my mother called to tell me 'SweetieGirl is dead". This coming Saturday, she is driving home from Connecticut, so she can start back to school here in her home state. Wants to be a nutritionist/dietician, and work in a school or someplace with children.
Hands hurt, feet hurt, don't feel good.
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Jacob Poems
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