Are you glad its Friday?
Author: Carol anne
I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland. View all posts by Carol anne
Are you glad its Friday?
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Yay!! Happy Friday!
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And the same to you Beth β€οΈβ€οΈ
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Aren’t I ever! π The end of the week always feels so freeing.
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It sure does Lucy, I agree completely π€©π
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Haha, my Friday is almost finished.. I’ll sleep well tonight… it’s been a very tiring week for this old poet…
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I hope you do sleep well tonight βΊοΈπ
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Yes I am. I have this Friday off from day activities, like each alternating Friday. Normally I don’t like that, but now I’m happy to relax.
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Thatβs good that you have the day off π
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I love every day
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Cool π
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Since yesterday, yes!!!π€£
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Makes no difference to me, really. I write (my work), care for our child, blog, make meals, clean, every day.
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Awesome R! I think you do a lot each day lol!
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Usually I do. This week I had GI trouble Monday through Friday, ugh. But my partner stepped up to the plate and took care of us.
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Yay I am so glad you have such an awesome partner!
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I don’t mind any day but I love Fridays because on them I can work for my self-employed business peacefully and I can write without any time pressure.
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sounds great Erika! I am so happy for you! Xx
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Thank you, Carol π
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π xoxo
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