Thursday, January 3, 2008

Dear You There,

Dear Reader,

I'm tired. It's late. I just can't wait. To fall asleep. If I don't, I will weep. I'm tired.

The girls lost their basketball game in Edgeley. 49 to 52. I messed up on adding. Mr. Herman was surprisingly helpful. I still feel stupid when I mess up. I hate feeling stupid and I hate messing up.

It's tired. I'm going to bed.

God is good.

I still need a prom date.

The End

P.S. I just wasted your time. You're welcome.

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