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I had my light low carb ice cream with banana- drizzled with hot peanut butter.  

I was too hungry to go to bed before. 

Now I am anticipating doing more if my painting and I'm low key excited and I want to take my time but half of me wants to jump out of bed and work on it for two hours.  Lol.  I just reason with myself that it will turn out better if I give myself lots of breaks. Slow and steady. I am working with acrylic so it dries fast and once I've waited an hour I can go back and add more details or paint over mistakes.  

This might be my best painting yet.  :-)

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The day is done and how do I feel? Content. I have dirt under my fingernails from yard work and my dog's tuckered out. I'd like to finish every day like that.

The only thing better would be if I smelled of 2 stroke exhaust. But I use electrics because of their minimal environmental impact (grumble grumble grumble).

I'll never know why womens' perfumes smell like vanilla or lavender. 2 stroke smoke is the way to go. That totally sounds cheesy I know.

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Foggy minded.. Had to run some errands for my sister this morning, drove right by my house this morning,..twice. Looks like I will need to punch Navigation in for a 5 mile radius :lol: 

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I'm a little depressed that I'm in a state of financial ruin until I get my credit card bill paid (which I am going to, but it might take a while and I may end up having to pay some interest on it); and it's not gonna be easy, but I'll get back on track

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I'm not entirely sure. My head feels like it's being squeezed, but the depression isn't as bad as it could be. It has definitely descended, but it has been worse. I took a fairly big dose of Ritalin earlier, but I feel crappier than I normally do after taking that amount.

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I feel like a klutz.  I dropped an entire container of goldfish pellets and a small glass which shattered into pieces, both simultaneously.  I am thankful for my vacuum today. LOL.

Other than that I feel rather on top of things.  I drank my water quota for the day, ate light, planted a rose bush, and last but not least I Decided I'm going back to school during the summer.  Pharmacy Technician school- for those of you who do not read my blog because I'm boring.  

The day i accidentally didn't take my meds was actually okay and I slept alright even without Ativan but thats probably because I didn't have my Wellbutrin that day either.

I am looking forward to tomorrow.  My friend is in Disney with her family but my mom's housekeeper is going out with me to breakfast.  I like breakfast.  :-)  

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