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Tuesday, September 12, 2006

everyday

It's an odd feeling...having the dishes
to do myself and the laundry
waiting without
sounds of screaming
happiness as the
thunder bellows hello.

I do feel strange having this time to myself. I'm really not too sure what
to do with myself, except do crafts, clean and yoga. Guess I'm not
complaining too much. It's just different.

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