Oops, I did it again.
So yeah. The Shmoo & I broke up again last night. For reasons which I won’t go into here, but the following commentary is irrelevant in the situation. It just happens like that. It pretty well sucks.
This friday I fly to Michigan to deal with my father’s thing. He’s sick. Really sick, and it’s not making me very happy. At his insistance I will also be meeting Doctor Shorty. Dad doesn’t like hearing about the shmoo anyways because he isn’t Catholic.
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I gave up red meat for lent but right now I need a piece of Prime Rib for some comfort.