Saturday, December 11, 2004
my poor kid!
so the abbey has the stomach sick today. but the good news is that our carpet was already removed before it happened. my morning has been about cleaning up vomit. the poor kid is just listless on the couch now, watching cartoons and wishing she weren't ill. and i'll be venturing to target very soon -- some christmas cards, some household things and a little something to distract abbey from her turmoil.
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It's big it's round it's made of wood.
Let me tell you something about vomiting, the endorphins released make one feel better about not only vomiting, but being alive. But there are few better feelings than being in a car, driven by you, as you methodically pound the dash with a pack of marlboro lights on a drive from one square state to a metropolis some nine hours away. it was spring, it was sunny, and i, as a passenger, had the sole responsibility of enjoying myself. you made that a lot easier, but so did the beer i was kindly offered for the week and the introduction to the miniapple by way of an undergraduate lecture in english and metaphysics, and indian soup that may have killed me had i not been warned about the garnish.
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