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Tuesday, February 21, 2006

I lost my wallet. and my atm card, my insurance card. my bank account number. and all my library cards and calling cards and gift cards. miles' AAA card. my twelve dollars in cash, my prescription.
I sliced my finger open, I have an infection.
dad's playing secret keeper, for now, until I know for sure. I'm pretty sure.
oh, health services, I'll be there for hours tomorrow.


but miles* sent me a video and we fit eight of us on my bed, watching princess diaries 2 and singing happy birthday to aimee, scott. this will be ok, yeah?

I'll call dad in the morning.



*he's wonderful


ash @ 12:21 AM