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9:57 p.m. - 2009-05-13 And I flounced off upstairs. Ned smoothed things over, and I will say that each of us, Ned, Biba and I all had a part in it. But what it all comes down to is that I am extremely burnt out and exhausted and I feel as if no one, but no one, actually listens to me. Then I woke up this morning with what is called a "stomach bug" which means one shouts for Huey on a regular basis and feels like lukewarm hell. I sleptsleptslept and got some perspective. Ned also is committed to Making Life Easier For Fifi. Ooh,look, he's just home now. Aren't I glad that I erased my rant? So, I need to firmly make changes for my betterment and stand stubbornly by them. Changing track abruptly, I find it amazing how extremely bad the taste is of many bloggers. See Dooce. I can't imagine how some like that "spare sticks in a white box" look. My fav-o-riffic trainwreck has thee worst taste ever, although she is quite proud of it. I tend to decorate more in the Bluey/Notbob way. More homey touches. Heaven knows that I am not enamoured of the hotel suite look! But each to their own, right? SO the Neverending Story is over at last. Although they always echo back, don't they. I wonder what is on the horizon. eeek! No, perhaps not! And in mixed news, my father's KANnnn-suh is not operable. However the prognosis is good for using some cutting edge technology. So the outlook is hopeful. I'm scared,though. The end. 6 comments
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