Day 49

18 Feb

Dad.

I have a fuzzy brain.  I’m having a hard time forming any coherent thoughts about YOU, or whatever, and… I just have nothing.

My brain is foggy.  Like “you could cut it with a knife” dense.

I wonder if this horrible mixture of impatients, confusion, and overall fuzziness will ever end.  Right now, I highly doubt it.  (And I seriously just tried to spell that “dought.”)  Babies wakin’ up at night; babies not nappin’.  And for some stupid reason I want to have another.

Maybe intelligence and clarity of thought aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.

Stupidly yours,

AM

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