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ribbit ribbit
Written on 05 April 2004 at 10:38 a.m.

These weird hours are... weird. I am already ready for Cardiology.

This weekend was good. Busy. Yesterday was Jason's granny's birthday so we went to visit her. I lurve her. And we saw various other inlaws there including Jason's cousin with the three kids. I carried around her youngest all afternoon and tried to get him to say various things like "ribbit, ribbit" and "puppy." He got pretty good on the ribbits, eventually.

Saturday I got this gigantic packet of paperwork I have to fill out to get my Medica1 1icen$ce and sweet merciful crap. It's going to take forever. AND it costs two hundred bucks to process which um. We don't have. Hooray we get to add to our credit card debt. Triple barf.

I am going to work on these forms I guess and yeah.

xoxoxo


I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love