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I'm tired, I'm a pig I'm just really tired. I've been tired ever since my one day illness (anthrax, of course) last Thursday. I was planning to spend the weekend doing all the reading that I haven't done for the last few weeks, but instead I read Bridget Jones and I slept. Last night we went out to karaoke, but Mr. Pooh and I left early, and I think after we left my friends got beaten up. I'm not sure though. I just got a weird, cryptic email from one of them saying they probably wouldn't have gotten wacked in the head by some lady if I'd been there. I don't know. I don't understand. I'm tired. p.s. I had a nightmare the other night that I'd eaten a whole bag of chocolates that we bought at Costco last week.
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