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I am too tired to write; so I write. I need to clean up my house. People stop by when it is a total wreck. I'm not fond of visitors. Stay away. I was told today that "those people" on the weird bus needed to be in school and get a job. One is studying to be a preacher and they were not allowed on campus. I can't use the word tight-ass now that every Tom, Dick and Harry know where and how to find me online. What in the world possessed you to do this, Sherry? A demon you've created. So be it, fallen angel, whatever. This thing could be dangerous. Generally I wrote stream of consciousness anyway but it wasn't quite like walking around with my dress up. NOW IT IS. I really seem to mind. I am going to nap for a while and or "straighten". I won't count on the latter.
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Fri, 23 Mar 2007