Despite having to get up early from three hours of sleep, despite my throat being so full of plegm because of the 50,000 cubic centimeters of second-hand smoke I've had to inhale this week, despite Nate telling me now that I have to sing tomorrow...today is what we call a Very Good Day.
It's funny, what power one e-mail contains.
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:) you better call me soon and tell me whats going on chica! Thanks this morning, i know thats what friends do but it still ment alot. Im sorry again even tho i know i shoudnt be.
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