Plastic Kelly

It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.

2008-06-17

Tired

So tired. Honey-dos to do. No rest for the tired. So tired. Must sleep. Must listen to a book on tape. Must finish Battlestar Galactica. Must sleep.
Posted by zhsy00001 at Tuesday, June 17, 2008

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