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Burdensome

Wes is stressed. It's my fault. I wish I could evaporate like so much spilled milk.

The job still eludes me. I haven't been looking as hard as I could, between the temping--which I am doing today--and the waiting to hear back from the Jim and Bob duo at the labs.

I still clean house, and do what I can to take care of errands. I feel like a crappy chauffer, sometimes.

I hate to see him sad.

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