Monday, June 12, 2006

My day

Shower.
Motrin.
Nap.
Four trips to the bathroom.
Two trips to the kitchen.
Motrin.
Email.
Days of our Lives.
As the World Turns.
General Hospital.
Ice on the foot.
Motrin.
Surf the internet.
One phone conversation with a condescending bank loan officer.
One bored conversation and one angry conversation with my husband.
Motrin.

Don't you wish you were me?

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