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June 07, 2004-11:10 a.m. I write to you now in the aftermath of a self-inflicted weekend of hell. Several weeks ago, I took leave of my senses and agreed to watch my sister's four children for the weekend. Two are hers, two are his. Luckily, I was forward-enough-thinking that I requested today as a vacation day. Perhaps after enough naps, all memory of this 7th level inferno will have escaped me. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
