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Why have I been exhausted all evening, and had a couple of beers, and now am fully alert in bed at my chosen bedtime?

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I keep waking up in the middle of the night despite sleep meds. Fuck

Also have a bit of tmj going on. Fuck

Bit spacey right now too. Fuck

I forgot that bupropion gives me these side effects. Fuck.

But I need 300mg. Fuck

 

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i try to be a glass half full person

 

my fridge is half full, and NONE of it is cheesecake

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My eyes are dry. 

I want to buy a new suspension trainer but I don't need one. I already have two trx like trainers and two sets of rings.

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tradesman came today, to install a shower that mum can use independently

but, he hung around complaining about everything. With a focus on people with mental illness claiming disability support pension

i don't think he realised i was home, until i went down that end of the house for a pee, at which point he decided rather quickly that he had to leave

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@DogMan, that’s creepy as fuck. Are you going to call the company and report him, for the sake of all the ladies who don’t have sons in the house?

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6 hours ago, Gearhead said:

@DogMan, that’s creepy as fuck. Are you going to call the company and report him, for the sake of all the ladies who don’t have sons in the house?

I did, by email 

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I signed up for a dating site and the women I'm getting matched with--despite setting my radius at 50 miles---are hundreds of miles away.  I don't have the iwllingness-or interest-to start a relationship long distance.  It would be one thing if we were already dating and there was a temporary split.  But I'm not going to just talk to someone halfway across the country and then fly to meet up and meet in person to see if it's a good fit.

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Those two fig newtons were two fig newtons too many apparently. I may be getting a fig newton-induced migraine.

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21 hours ago, DogMan said:

I did, by email 

Good on you.

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