C-man turned nine today. Nine. Not that I really noticed, having slept through it all. I caught what he had the other day, and was up all night making sure that my body was "cleansed". Awful. Thank God, Beerman flew home last night, because I couldn't even go to my own kid's birthday party. Awful. So maybe tomorrow I'll be well enough to reminisce about the past nine years. But for now, I'm just hoping to sit upright.
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