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Damnit, they had to paint the exercise room. I can't take this. My only outlet.
I don't know what to do with my daughter. I worry. It's our weekend together. i want to make the most of out time. I let her sleep in on saturdays. it's a catchup day. She had a big night last night. Her mom and sister fixed her up the night before. A nice outfit for the dance at school last night. She looked good. She's 11, and stands to my shoulder. She passed out after I got her home. I wonder what she thinks. She is so quiet.
We went out after she woke up. Breakfast. Shopping. I'm trying to turn my apartment in a home instead of storage unit. "Eight Below" was a pretty good movie. After the movie we got back to the apartment. We have been here ever since. She's sleeping on the couch. It's late.
I need to focus. I have few reasons for going on anymore. My daughter. My family. My unit. I can't seem to commit to anything more. For now.
I'll try to keep it daily from now on. Any outlet in a storm.