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It's 11:32 PM. I'm going to bed.

Be glad there was no post today.

There were just lots of tears. Napping. Feeling generally down.

If there had been a valid reason for all of this, I could have written. Instead, I just wondered what was bothering me. And napped. And cried. And felt generally down.

Pupstar has followed me all day. Both dogs napped with me. Now, she sits on the floor, staring up at me on the couch with her big black eyes asking me, "What's the matter? I brought you toys. I snuggled with you. I licked your face. I gave you my belly to rub. What more do you want?"

I want for nothing. I think it's just the blues.

Hormones surely.