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I am so cold. My lips are really chapped and my cheeks are wind burned and chapped. God I hate this weather, and yet I don't.
I was just telling Miranda that I can't wait for the snow to stick so that I can go sled riding.
Anywho. I got more shopping done today. Not enough though. I still have 50 million other people to buy for and then some.
Oh, and my lovely car needs a new alternator. I love how these such expenses come around the holidays when I am short on cash as it is. I've been having to drive my sisters car, which is a 2001 Kia Rio (11 years younger than mine) and hers drives shittier than mine. Go figure.
So I stayed home tonight for a change, and it was nice. I got a couple offers to hang out but I just didn't feel like it. I am so tired and I think I might be coming down with a virus, that weird virus thats going around. I have a horrible headache and I feel weak all over. yeck.
It's definitely my bedtime now!
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