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I haven't written anything because I have writer's block.

I haven't done any cool crafts because I've solely been weaving.

Dinner's have been very uncreative because it's baseball and girl's soccer and chase after YL kids season because they're so freaking busy and we're trying to keep up.

But I feel like I need to write something so I'll just write about how I can't figure out what to write about.

 

 

It's my birthday this Friday and my mom's coming in town tomorrow night. Perhaps I'll have somethign to write about after that. And maybe I'll find some time to copy down one of my novel sized journal entries for #freakoutfriday.

 

 

Good day.