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 Sometimes life just makes you tired.

Hello out there. Nobody's listening. Has this site died?

Not that I have anything worth conversing over anyway, ha.

Well, I have a life. I just would rather not think about it because I'm stressed. And I'm not exactly sure anyone reads this anymore, but I'm not sure that no one does either, if you (invisible Schroedinger person) understand.

So I can't say things I wouldn't want the live cat to know, and I can't say things I wish the dead cat knew.

I can say, I'm tired. I've been sick for a while, nothing serious, and hey insurance means I can see doctors so at least I can't complain there. I can say, Emily delights and scares me every day. She learns so fast! I can barely remember what life was like before her.

I can say that I'm still no happier with my living situation than I have been in about five years, and no closer to a solution for that unhappiness.

Blah.