I didn't post yesterday, although I meant to. The garage sale on top of the daycare on top of three kids of my own is exhausting. It isn't an excuse, it's a reason.
So today I'd like to talk about something very near to my heart: my lungs. They're full of crap. I feel like I might die. I don't know if it's allergies or bronchitis or lung cancer or what, but whatever it is I want it to either kill me or go away. I hate lingering health conditions, like arthritis. Or diarrhea. Yes. I very blatantly made a poop joke.
Right now I'm sitting in the garage enjoying the brisk air and the spring rain, waiting for customers. It's hard work convincing people that, even though I no longer want or need any of these things, they DO. What makes it REALLY hard is the fact that we haven't had much in the way of business. Non-existent people are the hardest to weasel money out of.
And from the house I can hear the sound of many shrieking children, sooooo... I kinda need to go look into that.
Thank you,
Matt Beers
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