I normally don't hate snow and cold that bad, but going out in this shit
sucks. All weekend long all I've done is sit home with the Joneses all weekend
long. That means sleeping through the cold—constant-- ជំងឺរាគរូស--a totally SUCKS weekend. No more ក. I’ve had these miserable dreams about
my past and that really sucks. It is like things related to my youth. I start
remembering all the crappy things I went through when I was a kid. All those
people are either dead or so decrepit they are as bad as I or worse. I’m even
having a hard time over writing in my blogs. My concentration really sucks.
These were like the dreams from Train spotting.
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