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I’ve been awake a half hour and can’t fall back to sleep. It’s 12:22am now.

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So I’m back down to my lowest (general area), 205s. Just in time for a period to be showing up in 2-3 days! Oh boy! Hoping I can stay the course and keep the hormones in check!

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I’ve made something like 80 jars of jam this week. Heh. And I still have a lot more I have to work through. Heh… But I’m making $4 a jar, so that’s pretty sweet.

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Been up since like 2am. I’ve worked on my website, started the dishwasher, folded and put away some laundry, made a batch of jam… I have more shit to do but I wanted to get going because I was lying in bed saying I’m not going back to sleep for 1-1.5 hours and waking up hella groggy. (It would take me 30 minutes to an hour to fall asleep.)

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Grub. Only ate half that grilled cheese, and like 10 fries. Splash Cafe. Ever find yourself in Pismo Beach or San Luis Obispo, California? Must. They bake their own bread. Their clam chowder is supposed to be the best ever. I hate seafood so I don’t know. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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At the beach, yo.

Pacific Ocean, say hi.

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Last night our neighbor had a party until at least 1am.

Did I mention I’m driving to the coast today with one of my BFFs?

Yeah. Not amused.

Kids wanted to get up, as per usual, at 5am.

Ughhhhh…

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Learning to take better product photos.

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I tried to post about refilling my stock of spiced pineapple jam on my business insta… and they flagged it saying it was drugs I was selling?

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Last year at election time…well before that… I applied to be a poll worker (haaa a stripper?). I went for the interview and everything…but I couldn’t find my social security card. Today I thought I finally found it! …nope, it’s my maiden name one. Let this be a lesson ladies and gents—if you change your name, your new place of employ will NOT accept your maiden name/former name social security card. I don’t care how FUCKED UP your mom spelled your first name (Hi, I’m Milissa…WITH AN *I* not an E…). “Oh it’s probably you but we need the real card, or no job.”

GUESS WHO DIDN’T GET TO STRIP AT THE POLLS.

I MEAN, BE A POLL WORKER.

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I feel devastated about Norm Macdonald…

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Prepped nectarines for 4 batches of plain jam but I might change it up.

It’s 3am. I’m exhausted but I feel like I won’t sleep…

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W fucked my sleep cycle. He woke up yesterday at 3:20. He’s asleep in our room at the moment but I’ve been awake since about 12:15. I laid in bed for about an hour before I decided you know, fuck it. I’ve got fruit I can prep for jam… heh. My favorite local family farm brought me 3 cases of figs and 2 cases of mixed stone fruits (two varieties of pluot and two varieties of nectarines). I’m going to be up to my elbows in produce for a while…heh… Not complaining! It’s all money! But it’s a lot of work.

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BTW! W is so out of 4/5 big boys clothes it’s RIDICULOUS. He has such luscious thicc thighs. Haha. So I shopped in P-hound’s dresser for pants/shorts that don’t fit him anymore or could be sacrificed to W’s dresser…

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In case you didn’t know, this cat is ridiculous.

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The more productive I am daily the better my mood is. Does that make sense? I think it does…at least for me. I’ve made a batch of jam, started a load of dishes and laundry, cleaned the front bathroom, and organized P-hound’s curriculum for today.

I still have quite a bit of stuff I want to take care of today, but I’m down for it! I want to do some yoga at some point because my side has been hurting lately and I think it means I finally need to get back to working on my core strength. Yuck. Lol Nah, I like yoga, a lot actually. But the last time I was super excited about it I pulled a muscle or pinched a nerve…and I was in a pretty bad way for about a week and a half. I think that’s what triggered the depression. I was so ready to go! 40 minutes of yoga every dayyyyyy! …Down for the count until my neck felt better… yeah, it sucked.

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Yo. Starting to feel better mentally/emotionally.