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guts and garters

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Thursday, January 24, 2002

I really hate making my bed. Have I mentioned that before? Hate it. Making other peoples' beds, that's fine. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm generally paid $9.50 an hour to do that. No one's paying me to make my own bed.

Plus, for the last few days sleep has been something that happens to other people. Except after about 4am, but then I get woken up at 8 by my mother telling me that at this hour, sleep isn't happening to anyone.

What's so good about hospital corners anyway? They're just as easy to pull out. Trust the girl who could disco-sleep in the Olympics. I know my sheets, baby.

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