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Monday, April 17, 2006

Do weekends get any worse than this one?

Not much, no, I don't think so.

Well, yeah, I guess they do, but not in recent memory.

My throat is slowly recovering, at least.

I ate 44 cough drops today.

They caught the fucking bear that killed my second cousin. Poor stupid creature. I wish everyone involved, human and bear alike, was unharmed.

Tonight I also ate several soft shell crabs, part of a duck, three eggs, ten to fifteen handfuls of cereal, and a box of Chessmen cookies.

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