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Wednesday, January 19, 2005

This house is a mess. I clean it every day, and moments later it's like a bomb hit it. He's just a year old. How does he do it?

I'm sick of it.

I was sick of it a long time ago.

There is no joy in life, just annoying, repetitive tasks. So I choose to sleep. My dreams are a whole lot better. Last night I was a college student at an ivy league school. The possibilites were limitless.
posted by Angela Marie at 5:11 PM
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