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It's one of those days where I suppose I ought to have been outside, but ew... yuck. Sun and stuff. My kids are going to grow up to be outdoorsy people just to spite me. Well maybe not Isadora, she hates the sun just like any good recluse should. Right now she's running around the house in a pair of Pull Ups, white sandals, and sunglasses. Last week it was the black boots. She's very into accessories and very not into clothes. If ever a child were born to be a stripper. Today she found a boiled egg in the fridge, hid in the closet and managed to eat half of it, shell and all, before I found her. At least she's protected from slugs.
I can't really think of much else to talk about this week. I'm feeling terribly unattractive, insecure, mundane, dull, and various other uninteresting things lately. I wish I'd snap the fuck out of it. I'm not even reading anything really fascinating. Robinson Crusoe... I mean how interesting can a man trapped on an island be. And I'm having to force myself to read the God bits. See, I can't even summon up any enthusiasm for classic literature. There's just nothing to excite me right now.