So tonight was Haggerty's birthday. Enough said about that.
I spent five hours today as emergency room accompaniment yet again. This time Natalie with a 103 fever. Woof.
I didn't bring a book and felt like I was going to die.
We're going to bed and are all farting.
Outside, birds are singin.
I spent a good amount of time today at City Feed talking to amigos new and old about babies, the circus, anarchy and motorcycles. The more time I spend around my pregnant friends, the more I fantasize about settlin down and getting one. Not yet. I hate it. I just wish I were 30 with a cat, a lady and a good job I could quit to open a cafe at my leisure. Small dreams.
Rock doves. More real jobs opportunities are developing, but people keep asking me to go places. Like the Carolinas. And California. We'll see.
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