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Monday, April 05, 2004
It was a busy weekend for one whose head is stuffed with mucus...
On Friday night I took my boys and my ex's boyfriend's boys (how's that for an awkward phrase?) to see Hellboy.
On Saturday I took all three kids (just mine this time) to the travelling carnival that came to town. They went on a few rides and played some midway games while I groggily sneezed and snuffled along behind them.
By the time I dropped them off it felt like my head was going to explode so I went home, chugged down some Dimetapp DM and went into a coma for twelve hours. Sunday was a repeat of Saturday night.
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On Friday night I took my boys and my ex's boyfriend's boys (how's that for an awkward phrase?) to see Hellboy.
On Saturday I took all three kids (just mine this time) to the travelling carnival that came to town. They went on a few rides and played some midway games while I groggily sneezed and snuffled along behind them.
By the time I dropped them off it felt like my head was going to explode so I went home, chugged down some Dimetapp DM and went into a coma for twelve hours. Sunday was a repeat of Saturday night.
