Dear Diary,
Had another lazy day yesterday. Trying to recover from the sleep I lost this week. Paid bills. Did a little work. Shopped. Ate. Hung out with the family. Had a root beer float. Only medium sized though. Fell asleep talking to the wife. Lost a pound. If everyday could be like that I'd only need to talk to you for another couple of months. But you, I and reality know it can't be that way. So here's to both you and reality. F*** you both!
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