Fiorella woke up feeling terribly depressed and frightened this morning, like there is no hope for her, like all the good things she's done are forgotten and all the stupid things are remembered. Like she's criticized for even the slightest infraction, but he same people never notice that she's dedicated her life to them. Let's hope Fio's insight was just the superfluity of chocolate Halloween candy she consumed yesterday, but she's not betting on it.
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Existentialsim is for teenagers realizing they aren't children anymore and oldsters with lots of time to spare. Fiorella prefers her to-do list.
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Fio wishes the political scene would go back to how it used to be when she felt safe ignoring it.
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Husband, home from rehab now, watched a Dr. Who marathon at full volume last night, which nearly sent Fiorella into rehab herself.
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Fio is sick, sick, sick about the immigrant children being kept in captivity to punish them and their parents for trying to find a better life. And now they're being whisked offin the dead of night to some sort of tent city near the Rio Grande. God, where are you!
Wednesday, October 3, 2018
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