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What I've Been Doing

Independence Day was nice. I heard the fireworks display outside and protected the big, scary, cowering lab in the bathroom. Sick all day. Sick all night. Got up and fooled with my header on book blog. I can hear my friend the magpie talking outside my window. He's like my personal rooster announcing the birth of a new day.

Wish I had a gun.

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  1. Lisa Page RosenbergJuly 6, 2010 at 9:03 AM

    Violent poetry.

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  2. June Freaking CleaverJuly 6, 2010 at 10:36 AM

    I think we were channeling the same energy on the 4th - I'm so glad that's over.

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  3. AmyJuly 6, 2010 at 1:34 PM

    I hope you are feeling better by now.

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  4. M-CatJuly 6, 2010 at 1:45 PM

    WHen you find that gun, send it my way when you are done. I've got some sort of bird outside my bedroom window that needs to work out his salvation on the other side

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  5. CountessLaurieJuly 7, 2010 at 10:21 AM

    I am sorry about the noisy magpie. Our birds are very noisy at 4 am. This really irritate me, so I can completely understand!!

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