George got home around 7pm last night. We had some dinner. He didn't seem that hungry. Maybe he ate already and didn't tell me that. Whatever.
Elvis is a lot deeper than I thought. Johnny Cash is a lot funnier than I thought. I really like those guys. They are good guys.
Blaise gave me his portion of the rent money for September. I must make that deposit.
My heart is feeling kinda cold lately. I don't know if it's just because I'm paranoid, or if I actually have a right to be feeling this way.
If I hear someone say to me "Life's not fair" ever again, I've got to have a comeback line. Maybe it will be "Life is as fair as the Sidewalk!" What do you think?
Or if I hear someone whining again, I may just say annoyed, "Well, Life's not fair, so get over it!" I think I've heard that enough to start saying it myself.
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