This weekend was hateful.. It snowed. I helped Brooke pack while having a panic attack. I have no food in my house and I'm going to bed with a stomach ache. Not because I'm hungry but I ate buttered noodles and they are just sitting there like a lump.
My house is dirty and I'm not sure I have any clean work clothes to wear tommorrow.
However I have made it and God did send me a friend to help me pack some of Brooke's things.
Please God fill my frig, clean my laundry and help me find more boxes for Brooke,
Eight days.
Dance on people.
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