damn
Why can’t I write about anything else?
There really is nothing else. Not right now.
Later. Later, that will change. Six weeks, supposedly, until I can start trying to walk again.
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Why can’t I write about anything else?
There really is nothing else. Not right now.
Later. Later, that will change. Six weeks, supposedly, until I can start trying to walk again.
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Just what life is right now, right? You hang in there.
Posted by: michelle | February 24, 2005 6:07 PM