May 5th, 2004


running score

Eight ticks, one earwig, an hour and a half long shower, a load of laundry, and a bout of insomnia. No news on my friend's mare which was likely foaling tonight, because he more or less refused to wake me up. Ironically enough, I can't sleep. Damn bugs. Have inspected every visible mole at least twice. Considering taking a flea comb to the hair.
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