I can't talk. This is horrible. I can make only these little noises that sound like the swamp monster is dying. And those little noises kill. Mother refuses to look down my throat and tell me if I have red and white patches, then we'd know if I actually have strep or not. Rawr...
However, I'm still going to E's playwright think tomorrow. I'm rather stoked for it. That reminds me I have to fill out that online application thing for Fringe.
And I have to look into the Kids Help Phone 5km. I think that'd be pretty sweet if we could get a group together. Maybe a chance for Diversity? I don't know. I'm a look into that.
Also the Fountains of Wayne latest album is pretty sweet. I love these guys.
Started watching the MCS dvd last night. Rather interesting I guess.
Anywho,
Maybe I should go in the shower soon...
Love,
Stinky
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