It was too good to be true. Dad and I are just too productive for nature to allow, so I spent yesterday fevered (perhaps Prairie Fever-ed?). Did the exhaust on the '75, but then I slept and sat awake in pain.
We have breaks to do today. They will be done.
Send soup.
Thanks.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Sick (sick sick sick)
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