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5:42 p.m. - August 05, 2002 I have nothing else exciting to talk about. It's hot and I'm wilted. We're in a drought, broke until payday, I've got refills I have to pick up and I'm at a real loss as to what to fix for dinner. Mark just found two ticks on the dog and now has him in the shower with him. I have PMS beyond belief and just want to crawl under the covers which I would do if it weren't so stinkin' hot. I'll leave you with this: � � |