I have seen the dark side of 4:30am every morning for weeks now. I'm gritting and grinding down my pretty little teeth and sweating my way through every night. My Boo was frozen when I was blowing a fan directly on me. Menopause? That might be a welcome treat (albeit a decade or two too early). No, it's stress. And I've had it with my silly self and this stress balls thing!
The store will open or it won't. I'm meeting my third contractor today for a bid. It's freaking pricey. Everywhere we turn it's $6,000 for this and $5,000 for that and $24,000 for that. At least that's half of it. Dreams are expensive. Isn't that what they say? Wait, that doesn't sound right. Worth it? Pricey? The cost of your liver? Hold on, what?
I need some sleep!!!
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