Makes me think crazy thoughts. Like I want to sell our house today and move tomorrow. Even a tall, hot mocha doesn't take away the feeling that I can't live here any more. (At least until next week) I'm such a whiner when I don't feel good. Maybe checkers would help...or ice cream...or an EP...
Sunday, September 16, 2007
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