1030 hrs. It's Friday. So what? I don't feel good. We're into week five. Tomorrow is the first of September. Will I miss your birthday too? It's looking that way. [insert profanities here!] Think I'll go express myself, and take a dump. TTFN!
1930 hrs. Still not a damn thing to say! Phil just called me a "c#@t." He did it just so I'd have something to write about. Isn't he a butthead. (He said something like that too, but I’m trying to keep this clean) I think tonight is charades. Oh boy! And tomorrow will be Trivial Pursuit, and then....you guessed it, we'll play charades again the next day. Arghh!
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