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November 17, 2010
Today while cooking Hamburger Helper for the fourth time this week and feeling the smell of "Cheddar Cheeseburger" seep into my pores just like "Cheesy Bacon Cheeseburger" had the night before, I realized a terrible truth.

This is my hell.

Watching a TV show I hate during dinner. Bed straight after. Weighed down by the heavy, sweltering limbs of a husband who prefers sex in the morning--unable to sleep and bored to tears. An empty day to look forward to. Empty. Empty. Empty.

"How was your day?" I ask him.

"Boring."

You have no idea.