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Every night before I go to bed,
I go through a checklist in my head:
Anything to look forward to tomorrow?
Will someone make me mad?
Make me feel bad?
Oh hell, let’s just skip to the next day.
It’s gonna be a good day.
Maybe I’ll finally pull out the little black hair under my lip!
It’ll be sunny, not hot.
So I can wear my Xmas nightshirt to the beach.
Great book waiting to be read.
Magic no calorie ice cream waiting to be had.
Nothing will hurt.
It'll be clean, my peasant skirt.
Maybe the girls call.
“Groundhog Day” supposed to be on TV, always makes me laugh.
Same as it ever was, is better by half.


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