Temperatures are goign up with all this pause in the rain. Worked on my tan this weekend. People say it's bad for me. I reply, So are your cigarettes.
Had anxiety attacks while sunbathing. Roommate had trouble figuring out what I'm so stressed about when out in a lawn chair relaxing in the sun. Rufus refuses to eat kibble and squirting diarrhea on the carpet again. Farmer's Market is this week and next to grab the 4th of July shoppers. I need to make red, white, and blue items but it triggers anxiety when I put in hours to make stuff people love, but don't buy. Maybe I will have better luck closer to school supply buying time in August. Last market someone asked if I had hair ties. I might have to give up and focus on my stories. I have no time to write and edit, working full time and run my business. I know, people don't read my stories so why waste my time when I can get a part time job that pays. I like writing stories since childhood. It's my hobby. If other people enjoy them, that's a bonus. And I can't work 50 hours a week. I did it for a job and it was too much.
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