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16 July 2006 @ 06:36 am
 
It's six thirty in the morning. bleargh.

This wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't been up three hours ago (and didn't go to bed until three hours before that) so I could bottle-feed the little black furball of chaos.

Pics and full story letter. I think she's asleep, so I'm going to crawl back into bed.
 
 
I feel: exhaustedexhausted