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09.22.2002, 6:40 p.m. caught up� in a fisherman's net |
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My dog is dreaming. I wonder what she's dreaming about. Her feet are twitching, so maybe she's chasing squirrels or something. Today I didn't have enough food for the dogs' dinner. It usually consists of half a scoop of dry food and half a can of wet food each. When my mom goes out of town I feed them for her (they're her dogs, not mine). She was supposed to be home in time to feed them today and she bought some cans because I ran out yesterday. Well, she didn't make it home and I didn't feel like going to the store, so I gave them dry food mixed with cold leftover pizza, Corn Pops, and milk. Gross. But they liked it. I'm getting sick. Not that I can afford do that, so I'm fighting it as much as possible. But I have a sore throat and my back and neck are achy. And I'm tired; more tired than usual. At least on Tuesday I won't have to use my voice much (at the workshop).
I can't believe - 11.22.2006
Today I feel Everyone else feels
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