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My stomach hurts, either from OD'ing on candy corn that was on sale today or from worrying about the outcome of the presidential election. I'm also stressed because I haven't written today. AT ALL. I don't want to lose ground with Nanowrimo this early on, but it's hard to get motivated. Right now the two-year-old's grabbing at my arm and Snow White is on the television.

I wish I were watching the returns come in, preferably with a beer in my hand (though, come to think of it, that might not mix too well with the candy corn). I wish I were with other adults.

*sigh*

The two-year-old is intermittently crying a whiny, droning cry and pawing me. My mother-in-law's pestering me with tech questions because I'm on Dave's computer. She's freaked out because she can't get her Norton to work. I don't have the patience to walk her through it.

Ok, now I've got a coworker sending 'me' email.

*sigh*

I wish I could talk to someone over five right this instant. I should call a friend, but I feel weird.

"Hi, I just needed someone to talk to. Um, no, he's out playing racquetball. Um, yeah, they're fine. No, everything's good. Okay, I'll let you go."

That's how my imaginary convo just went.

You'd think I'd just talk to my mother-in-law, but that'll just turn into a conversation about how Dave never calls or emails.

I miss being 13 and having a best friend that I could always call at a moment's notice, about any trivial event in my life.

Okay, that's probably the only thing I miss about adolescence.

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