no one suspects the butterfly...

In retelling my journeys, as in making them, I do not know how to stop -- Rousseau

3.01.2003

didn't go to flagstaff. My mom kept calling all morining because she was worried about the weather. When I didn't answer because I had my pillow over my head trying to sleep she had robin call and tell me not to go. I caved to the pressure. Amy got mad. I am tired and want to take a nap. If anyone wants t do anything fun this weekendcall me
love to all

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