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I wonder if maybe God is talking to me. Every week a new crisis. To wake me up so I can't get a breather? Maybe that is his answer?
Tonight AH decided to sleep at work so he wouldn't have to ride his bike to work and the owner of the company walked in on him drinking. Asked him what he was doing there. He said sleeping. The boss said no and drove AH home. AH was wasted and told his boss everything and his boss drove him home. The boss wants to talk to him first thing tomorrow morning.
Every week. Progressive disease. There isn't much time to think and contemplate because things just keep getting worse and worse.
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