Last night, my fever shot to 104.5 and Junior was smiling and laughing about it. So was my sister, but she drank. I hate people. I especially hate those who are supposed to be there for you.
I could barely hold my son, and all I Could do was cry. I guess that's funny to some people.
xoxo qui
10:41 a.m. - 2003-02-17
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