Friday, August 01, 2003

I smell like grapefruits and my hair is a freshly blow-dried, big, frizzy mess. The grapefruit smell is a good thing. The hair is not. Aaaaagh.

Hmm. Hmmm. Hmmmm. [I figure if I go Hmmm long enough something worth writing about will eventually pop into my head. It's not working.]

I have to babysit in an hour. Tomorrow my aunt and my cousin are coming out, which will be interesting. Fun, perhaps, but more likely just Interesting. I don't have any more babysitting jobs lined up yet, but believe me that will be taken care of the second I step into *Mrs. T's house. She wants to book me at least three times a week for the rest of the summer. (except for the week that I have pre-season dance classes. She doesn't know that they're only in the evening, and I intend to continue misleading her - ssshhh!)

My head hurts. Aaaagh. I am going to take some Tylenol. Or Advil. Or whatever strikes my fancy.


Hailey spazzed at 12:42:00 p.m.

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