Sunday, August 3, 2003

vikki wanted me to work for her tonight and i wouldn't. my foot was killing me. it feel sort of ok now but i've barely walked since i came home.

my pants r big now.

when i got home from work my gram was here so i didn't come upstairs right away and then i missed talking to dave by like 5 min. i could have talked to him for like 15 min if i went upstiars right away.

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