I snerk in my head at the idea of my "daddy's gun." It's Father's day. Father's day brings out a whole different side of me some times. Katherine and I were measuring my whitetrashiness yesterday, and we brought up the idea of writing a story about quote/endquote all of my fathers. And I was thinking about it. I have a father who is an alcoholic, one who steals, and one who's unemployed. I'm batting a thousand in that category. And I try my absolute hardest not to think about what happened on Father's Day five years ago, when Daniel crashed his semi. But let's not think about that.
I've had a lot of time here with Travis lately, and I've been doing a LOT of thinking and writing. For one, I've noticed that 1 PM seems to be the time that my body feels the need to wake up. I'm not gonna lie, I've been stayin' up kinda late with Travvy, but that's okay, I just miss waking up at like 10 or 11 vs... like 1 when the day is half over and feeling like I get nothing done. But alas, what can I do? I can only change things myself. Which is something I'm learning the hard way, especially today. This morning I woke up to take Travis to work, and I was starving... so I ate what was left of his donut holes. Unfortunately, the trend started last night while watching Friday the 13th Part III, though. He had brought home these coconut covered donuts, which were vegan. Until I read more into the ingredients and they had the "less than two percent of..." disclaimer. *sigh* So, I made a mistake last night, AND this morning. And then earlier, I went to put on my cammo shorts... I knew they weren't gonna fit. But I didn't think it was going to be THAT bad. *sigh* I feel like I've tried to do so well lately, but I just end up failing any way.
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