Thursday, December 8, 2005

We're sick

Boris and I now both have colds. It has not been pleasant. I would go lie down but that just means that Boris will stand on my stomach and sneeze in my face. I think he's still mad about the refrigerator. I will write more when I have a bit more energy. For now, I think I will crawl into bed and slip into a coma.

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