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I shaved tonight

In hopes of going to Meeting tomorrow.  I’m SO depressed.  

It’s not specific to my T.B.I.  Just general schadenfrode at my life these days.

I nave NO control even over little things in my life.  Case in point:  my Keurig died.  Butch got me a Mr. Coffee because it was cheaper but also, harder for a person with t.b.i. to use.  Yes, I asked Butch for a Keurig, which I’ve used successfully for 3 years now.  He thought a cheaper one, in hopes, I guess, of  pleasing Gil & Peter.  Such is my life.  Yeah, an Apple watch would benefit me cognitively, but Butch has me  afraid to ask for one, though, as I think of it, Peter and Gil have been more than fine lately whenever I needed something, recently a bigger time machine, to go with the bigger hard drive Bundy’s installed last time  my Mac was  in the shop.

I think I need to remind Butch, I’m  his boss, not Gil &Peter.

M.F.W. tomorrow; I’m all shaved, but  I’m  SO  fucking tired. 

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