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Thursday, September 14, 2006
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So tired. So very very tired. At least today is over. Now I just have to get through tomorrow (at this point, I don't even want to go to the Santana concert, but I will), and then the weekend. And maybe then I get to come up for air.
I skipped poker last night. I had to go into the bar briefly, and I'm happy to report that I did NOT succomb to their attempts to convince me to play (even when Herb handed me chips). I really wanted to, though, and I'm sad to have missed it, because I make it a point to go every week. Ahh well, hopefully that will be the only time, and I really did have more to get done and not enough time. There's always next week.
- Lizzardie, at 8:32 PM
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