So much to say, so little time
I'm bogarting a wireless signal and listening to shared iTunes from someone named Leah. Leah has rather eclectic music tastes, by the way--Ella Fitzgerald, Kenny Chesney, and John Fogarty in the same library. I really want to write about the woman I'm staying with (she reminds me of my late grandmother) and about my amazing surprise visit from Graci last night (I'm still smiling as I think about it), but I really have to get some reading done before surgery tomorrow. So...I'm writing to say that I can't really write.
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I don't have time to comment, T.
Enjoy your surgery.
Just a quick hello from me too, little one. Don't want to interrupt that reading time for too long either! Sending you hugs instead.
uh huh, fellow procrasitnator...
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You don't have the time to check for comments, but just in case you're doing it anyway, which I would, btw, I thought I'd say hello. Good luck with the surgery.
Well, at least you are still alive. I was sort of wondering if some young swarthy swain had kidnapped you and spirited you off to be his bride....
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