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I think sunday, or whatever day of the week that you believe, is supposed to be a day of rest so that we don't turn into robots. I notice that when people live too fast, they become empty and exhausted. And no one is meant to be that way. I keep thinking that maybe if she just had some time with nothing to do, she would remember to cry and live and go outside and be happy again. I keep thinking that it should never have come to this. That she should be able to listen to me without checking the answering machine at the same time. Constantly multitasking, digging a deeper hole going nowhere.