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I still have that darned writing bug. Mom's sick! This is an earth-shattering revelation, my friends. I'm the one that's supposed to be sick, not mom. But she's got strep throat, pharyngitis, AND an ear infection. Today, her fever has disappeared, but she still feels oogy. Poor thing. It's not fair for poor mom. I'm the one who is supposed to bear this burden, not her. Oh well. Is it wrong of me to want her to stay unwell until at least tomorrow afternoon? I don't want to go to either of the grandparent's houses we're going to tomorrow. Friday's going to be alright. We'll see my dad's parents, and they're fun. But I don't want to see mom's parents. Ergh. I saw Rocky Horror Picture Show this morning. Hee. I've been wanting to see it since, well, forever, and they finally caved and let me. Dear lord. That was ridiculous, but I loved it, as I'm sure there was no doubt. Tim Curry looked pretty good. What? He did! Shut up! Though I would think a trannie would shave his/her armpits. But whatever. Funny stuff. Poor Rocky. I want the DVD. I didn't know it would be quite so...what's the word.... oh, right, gay. I mean, sure, the Sweet Transvestite, but still, I didn't think it would be quite that gay. It didn't bother me, it was just like "whoah! *giggle*!" Silly silly movie. Drugs make people cuhrazy. Hmmmm. Me tired. Me may go lay down. I think I want to stay up and write a bit more, though. I don't know what I'm writing, I just want to write. So here I go. My fingers are restless, and they carry me off into the endless sunset. <-Ghost-> |
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