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report cards = hell
See you in hell.
I'm sick. I'm crazy. I hate my job. I'm producing a lot of bright yellow mucus. I'm exhausted. My baby's day starts at 4:20. I need a haircut. And a week in the country. Maybe at Sister Silver's house. Yeah, that's it. God, 2 weeks after my renewed comitment to write and I'm barely coherent. Lovely.
Oh well, back to hell. 12 more report cards to go. 
- Rocketbride's adventure of 11/16/2005 08:24:00 p.m.
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