23 November 2006

I wish Kathy was downstairs so I could go to her room and smell nag champa and she could make me feel better. But for now, I'll just read and listen to Mum. Dinner was good, today was ok. New York on Saturday. When I get back, my wisdom teeth are coming out. Everything is so dull. I just want jugs of Carlo Rosi Kathy Greta and beer pong with the double daters.


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