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Woke up on the couch at whatever the ungodly hour it was when my three year old jumped on my chest and said,"Daddy I peed my pants." Got him changed and back to bed, couldn't fall back to sleep myself so I got ready for my last final of the semester. Did mediocre on the exam, did not kiss the girl of my dreams good bye afterward (because I'm married with kids of course) and went home. As soon as I get there the wife leaves to hang out with 'the girls' and I play with my two sons (best part of the day might I add) feed them bath them and put them to bed. My wife comes home 2 hours later than she said she would. And then she proceeds to tell me how she got stoned with a bunch of guys. Got drunk. Became the bad guy during a very short argument and now I'm back to bed, on the couch.
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"The physical body is acknowledged as dust, the personal drama as delusion. It is as if the world we perceive through our senses, that whole gorgeous and terrible pageant, were the breath-thin surface of a bubble, and everything else, inside and outside, is pure radiance. Both suffering and joy come then like a brief reflection, and death like a pin" Stephen Mitchell
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