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I am exhausted Jesus, and exhausted is not a good look for me.  Have you seen the robe I have been wearing all day long, everyday.  Yeah, I know, not good.  The swollen puffy eyes, scraggly hair (on my legs), mumbling speech, and general sleep deprived grouchiness and confusion are not a good thing.  I promise I will be good, or at least better.  I have been going to church on a semi regular basis, I floss, I recycle, I have cut waaay back on the F word.  It still slips out now and then, but you have to agree sometimes the F word is absolutely necessary.  Like,  I am so fucking tired!  I still try to substitute with fricking, does that count?  Anywho, I am basically a good person, who has a baby that used to sleep, but now doesn’t and I could use your help.  Thanks!!! 

Oh, while I have you here can I ask you for one more small favor. 

It’s about my appetite.

Maybe you could cut that down a little too.  Or at least my cravings for pizza…pasta…bread…cheese…ham sandwiches…cheese danishes…pot stickers…Hefeweizen……hot dogs at Costco…calamari…burritos…hamburgers…and creme brulee.  Thanks again Jesus, hope that’s not too much!

Love Meggan

P.S. Say hi to your Dad for me.