Baby is cooler and cuter than ever but I have still not figured much out. Absurdly friendless, really starting to feel pathetic. Megan is about it, here in town. I guess I should go out to see her at the farm more. That’s prob the answer, come to think of it. Being frustrated out there is better than being frustrated out here, esp. on fucking Mondays. House is piles of rubbish, dishes, and laundry, but feel  I should accomplish something meaningful in these rare moments when baby is occupied by toy and not yet enraged by it. Though she does usually keep gumming it even when she gets rageful, unless she lets it go and it hits her in the face. Wish I smoked.