Thursday, May 05, 2005
Ewchk
I just don't have anything to say. I don't feel well - head cold from hell. I'm bored. I'm tired, a state that seems perpetual at this point. What with one thing and another, I'm not sleeping restfully.

It is becoming increasingly more difficult to keep my good news to myself.

Frick and frack.
posted by Phoenix | 10:51 AM


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