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Bleh.
Double bleh.
I don’t want to eat spaghetti for dinner, but that’s all there is. I’ve had Italian type food every day this week and I am sick of it. Grr.
Anyway, at least I know I’m getting a spiffy Feast gift from Nick. 🙂 He won’t tell me what it is, but he’s ordered it and it might even make it here before we leave for the feast.
In other news, I really think that I have killed my wrist this time. It hurts…more than any other time before…and only feels happy when ensconced in it’s big ol brace. *sigh*
Lisa Holcomb 