forgetting something?

i am exhausted. i have not been keeping up with my blog readings, sorry. i went Xmas shopping today and i forgot an entire side of Steve’s family. My Mum is supposed to pick me up some boxes of chocolates for the people i forgot. i need a smack upside the head.

My exams went okay. Did i mention i am exhausted? tomorrow night i have two more people’s presents to wrap, plus the ones my Mum is bringing home. I also need to do some baking for my grandfather. i work tomorrow. i want to sleep.

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December 21st, 2005 at 5:49 pm

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wow. sounds horrible

Veronica

21 Dec 05 at 6:57 pm
i’m exhausted too, after shopping I took a nap.

lisa

22 Dec 05 at 12:27 am

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