matilda-'s Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- we're sorry Half the time I don't even know there's a game going on when I open up a bottle. About a third of that time do I ever actually look at the cap. When it says "Try Again", I never do. I doubt I've missed out on anything. Abby and I have the stomach flu. In a way I'm happy to be sick right now. Being well and clear headed would only make this fucked up mess all the more vivid. I'd like to tell Dick to "Try Again". He's supposed to come back out here at the end of July. You know, we need some of that real time togetherness he's always talking about. And let's not forget about mom. He'd so much like to get to know her better. I'm a sneak. She never heard me come into the room and sink into the big comfy couch behind her. I wasn't hiding behind the pillows. Just sitting there. You can't get to know one and have the other there as a backup. Why can't I find a decent guy? Right, I know why. There hasn't even been an "I love you" since we decided we'd give it another shot. Women take note of such things whether we know it or not. Funny little things, we women.
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