My stress levels are shooting through the roof again.
Yawn. What else is new?
Nothing I want to talk about.
Which? Is yet another reason I'm really a man. Believe it or not, even though I've been a girl for decades, the phrase "I don't want to talk about it" comes to mind. When it all gets to be too much, I shut down. Just like a man. The person hiding behind the newspaper who only grunts when you try to start a conversation? That would be me.
Bring me a plate of bacon and eggs and some coffee or shut up.
So I'm at Mamarazzi today.
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