Normal Shit
March 28, 1993
Will had a party yesterday because his battle buddy was here. He hasn't even thanked me for spending five hours in the kitchen. Today I took the day off. I might iron my uniform later.
I get more and more angry with Will every day. He drives me crazy and then doesn't want to know why. He just tunes me out and doesn't listen at all.
I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep.
A few notes:
- 16-week appointment in Frankfurt went okay - the doctor was RUDE!
- Tried asking questions to the pendulum about baby today. "Boy" it says. Don't know if I believe it or not.
- During deep relaxation, I saw a beautiful little Native American girl with long black hair and bangs reaching for something being given to her. Pretty day outside. Did she have my eyes?
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