Had a chance to go home. It was sure nice. I knew where everything was---everyone knows me.
I couldn't sleep last night. It was awful.
Then when I came home, I took a nap.
When I woke up, my first thought was "Darn. I am still here."
This might be too hard! I'm discouraged. There is so much work here.
Maybe I'm allergic to work.
Maybe I need my special.
Mr is "my special"--it comes from making a joke like this: "You are special. ......Special Ed." I heard that one when I worked at a medical clinic and then we shortened it to ----special. You are my special. and then we said, "You are my specialist." Which meant---most special.....kind of babytalk I suppose--but not spoken in babytalk. Because a specialist is really someone important who knows all the stuff. So it is a complement that grew out of the opposite of the Special Education joke.
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