Sunday, Dec. 26, 2004 - 5:11 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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The 25th As Unplanned
So much for my brilliant day of reading novels, lounging in pjs and eating chocolate with no social obligations.
Now I know why he doesn't think I talk too loud. Um, his whole family talks LOUDER. hehe.
Anyhews, he left this morning at 8:30 am to go paint.
I slept til 3pm. Yes, you heard right. I slept til 3pm. That is about 12 hours sleep. Yikes!
Now I gotta shower quickly and go for tandoori chicken.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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