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Tuesday, March 26, 2002
I think I'm about 15 minutes from finishing my project, which will be so nice. Then all I have to do is study for my final. Yeah! Finals! Yeah! Ulcers! Stoopid skool. I'm s-m-r-t. I should be done with it all.
59 days and counting. Come on kids, it'll be fun. We're next on the list for moving help. (fyi--there will be two men and one truck there to help us out with the heavy stuff. Thank God).
Work schedule: Thursday: 5-12, Friday: 6-close, Saturday: 6-1, Sunday: 6-close. Come on down and visit me. You know I get so lonely at the bar. That goes for you too WL. He was down there the other week and got to see the P at its finest. I'm still paying the blackmail. Go ahead and bring your little friend too. If we haven't scared her off all ready.
JR's birthday is coming up. So if you see her on the street, don't forget her birthday spankings. Go ahead and give them early. Trust me, the line is forming fast.
Awwwww. Luvs my Nay-nay.
Craig @ 9:06 AM
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