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Labor-free Labor Day,

Good times... sort of.

Sitting on my ass. Damn I sound lazy, but I usually write these things sitting on my ass watching TV.

I had a good day yesterday, Ricki and I went to Chelsea's parent's house in Palo Alto. Nice place, her Dad has an amazing restaurant. Too much food. Oh god, I stuffed myself. I am a cow.

We went to the movies, Chelsea made Ricki a beautiful cake and we looked at baby pictures.

Everything went great, and I didn't even make an ass out of myself until the drive home. I really should read texts carefully before I send them.

People in love make me feel depressed. So happy for them, but it just reminds me of past failures. Ugh.

I need a fucking hug...