Musings of a Winter Wren

Monday, January 31, 2005

TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS

I turn twenty seven today. This doesn't really mean much to me though, because I have been feeling about thirty five years old for the past twelve months. I'm exhausted and I really must take a day off of work, but I can't think of a good excuse. I already used food poisoning. Any ideas? How about knee surgery? How about alzheimers?

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