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By Lucy For the next few weeks, all my posts will be on Sunday since it’s my free day. Boy, was I sore Sunday morning. It was almost hard to believe I’d been gone for a week. It passed in such a blur, it felt like a bad dream, were it not for the bruises…
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By Lucy I might have been a little drunk. Like usual, I couldn’t sleep for it. I gave up and crawled out of bed around 9. I have a growing moral dilemma. When I made my plan to leave for a few years, it was under the impression I’ve had since I was a girl…
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By Lucy New Alastor song! I’m so happy, I watch Hazbin Hotel just for him! It occurs to me that there’s now 3 vaudeville-inspired songs about him. Maybe, when I get back, I’ll become a drag king and just do Alastor songs… I love him so much, I wish I was him. I also love…
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By Lucy This week’s post will be late, as I was called out to work on a job with long hours and no days off. I was working so hard this week my legs swelled up and I almost had to go to the hospital for rhabdomyolysis (I didn’t, I got it under control). Will…
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By Lucy I wake up too early on Sunday for how late I was up. Not too, too early, though. The fact that there’s only 11 sisters continues to wrinkle my brain. I am the oddest duck. Most of them looked pretty tomboyish or androgynous; I’m probably the girliest, flirtiest one. Like some caricature come…
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By Lucy I can’t sleep that night. Oh, sure, eventually I pass out from the whisky, but by 5AM I’m awake again. Too tired to do anything, too awake to sleep. I grab myself some water, and have some potassium and magnesium, but nothing helps. I check my Fitbit. My resting heart rate has jumped…
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By Lucy I’m alone when I wake up around noon. I dismissed him; he was gonna be up ’til 7, there was no reason for him to stay once I was too tired to keep going. I’m sore, and when I wander out to the bathroom there’s a hickey blossoming on the right side of…
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By Lucy The dawn comes early when you are suuuper hungover. Actually, I wasn’t even hungover yet. I was so drunk I couldn’t sleep and I stayed drunk until noon, which was fun. Around 7 I gave up and went out to the living room, but my stomach was too trashed to be able to…
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By Lucy I slept in Sunday, which is always a nice turn of events. It was immediately ruined because I had to run out to Kakabeka to grab my winter tires from Paul, still in my pajamas with my breakfast cooling gently in front of my PC. Paul was in a great mood, the highest…
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By Lucy I miss Paul. It’s strange, cuz it’s not like he’s been gone for long or that we would have hung out normally anyways, but Paul’s usual job is to wave truck drivers thru the gate at the mill to drop off their chips, so he’s usually on his phone to answer whatever silly…
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