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Thursday, September 11, 2003

Load 'Em Up

I am in the midst of packing hell. Who would have thought that stuffing various objects in cardboard boxes and slapping tape on top could be such a chore? It is mentally, as well as physically, harrowing. When I grow up and get rich, I'm getting the maid to do all my packing. And while she's at it, I need a pedicure and back massage. And bon bons, lots of bon bons.

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