I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick. I can't be sick.
I still got to do california classes, wreck my brain to complete my homepage concept, get all prepared for our grand dinner on Saturday. Pretty girls on sixth avenue!
I'm going to single out Friday evening for a good rest - like it has always been. People like to hit the clubs on friday, whereas I like to crash at home. Soak the feet, scrub the back, shave the legs, condition the hair, trim the nails, do facial, write something, relax on couch, watch tv, munch some chips - do you not think that's like a home spa!
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