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22 May 2002 @ 03:22 pm
Well, this sucks...  
I'm sick. Have a cold. Feels like someone stuffed a bunch of cotton up my nose and then stuck my head in a vise.

Precious generic Tylenol... *drools* I have this really weird memory of Morgan and I pronouncing generic as "gen-errrr-ick!" And giraffe as "grrr-affe!" Ah... what the PACE kids came up with when left to our own devices. I've begun wondering why, exactly, they even bothered with us...

That doesn't mean I don't have any good memories. Pickle-a-days, tossing the ol' brain around, "U.P. isn't disgusting", painting "grrr-affes" on the little porch thing (accidentally), "what's the three-letter word beginning with 'a' that we don't want to use?", long nights at State Bowl, longer nights at International Bowl, Morgan hitting Pat Cruce (repeatedly) with a tennis ball, The Junkman's Daughter's Brother, sending notes to the dishwasher people, food poisoning int the second row, axe murderers late at night, and playing 'hide the cross' from Mr. Condit!

Current Mood: draineddrained
Current Music: Nina Gordon - Tonight And The Rest Of My Life