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Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
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Thursday, January 26, 2006
 Poor Rory.
His iPod broke and he can't get them to fix it in SA because he lost some papers. So I shall have to brave my way through the intense crowds at That Computery Place to find that shop. Woo hoo!
Meg and Rach and I will eat nice food tomorrow night.
Hahaha! That is such a weird photo, since it was like a year ago and I definitely don't look like that anymore. And Rory's probably bald.
Cleaning the house today, or at least trying to. The Mother discovered that the 1314 boxes of Betty Crocker cake/cookie mixes in the kitchen kind of expired, but I am going to salvage what's left of the gingerbread mix. Yummy. Room is in a bad and sad state.
Played the Solid State DVD (ever grateful to Tim for that) just now and my mom looked so much in pain I had to change it to The Ed Sullivan Show (The Beatles just sang).
Mediocre week. I want to go to Mozambique!
She, who Maketh Semi-Expired Gingerbread,
Roaf.
13:37
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