Ick, ick, ick... Again. Yes.
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First off, I now have a niftykeen Search Engine for my site that's sitting on the Older Entries page.Secondly, Grr should come over here... except she would get sick. Thirdly, will someone PLEASE get these knives out of my throat? I'm about to start crying, it really hurts. *sighs* Fourthly, have I mentioned that this REALLY hurts? And my stomach is upset. It doesn't want asprin. It doesn't want advil. It doesn't want alieve. It doesn't want tylenol. I want to go to the hospital and get vicodin to make the f'ing pain stop... but I can't, yet. I'd have to pay for the vicodin even if they gave it to me, and Caleb and I are broke. *sighs* I feel like I'm dying of lack of breath and swallow-ness. Ick, ick, ick.
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