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Day 3 of being away from the bf. (If you feel like saying something shitty about me missing my boy, just don't, I don't give a fuck).

I have so far stepped in cat puke, my dog has had the runs, and stepped on a live snake that reared up and tried to kill us, and had shitty nights at work.

I am now watching Apocolypse Now and drinking the subpar red wine my mom left here last week.

"It smelled like slow death in there. Malaria. It was the end of the end of the river all right".

Just waiting to see Brando utter "The horror, the horror"!, and then I am off the fuck to bed.

I need sleep, lots of sleep