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Today's letter is "G" for "guilt"!

For some reason, it isn't hardwired into my brain that I can have a sick day.

Which means, if I decide to stay home from class because I'm legitimately sick, if I take Special K over to her aunt's, which was already scheduled, I feel guilty for the entirety of her time with said aunt.

Even though said aunt loves Special K like she's her own.
Even though I'm going to do homework and make sure everything is caught up.
Even though I know it's important for mommy to stay healthy and sane so she can be the best mommy for her bestest baby.

Yeah.  About me.

Today's theme song:  "Not the Doctor" by That Canadian woman who made a lot of money off of her dysfunctional relationship.  Hell hath no profit like a woman scorned - hell yeah!


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