What Do Pretty Girls Do?
a semi-regular journal of nothing in particular
Saturday, October 13, 2007
I am home.
I am tired but not in a puddle on the floor. puddles on the floor are not good things.
As exhausted as I am, I don't think that I could sleep at the moment if I wanted to (which I do).
It's good to be finished work for the week. finally.
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