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Dec. 22nd, 2001 11:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trilliumgrlI spent on quiet Solstice. After getting home from practice I made a few phone calls, and then dropped dead. There went the whole idea of doing something. My anklebones are killing me, courtesy of my boots. Gods I want this to stop. Last night I really intended to go over and see the people at Jen Wolf's place, but I sat down for 5 minutes and never got back up. I did at least manage to get up around 6:00 and greet the new day after a veerrrryyyy long night.
Now, I work on cleaning my room and then I face yet another skating practice. My coach is now so peeved about my boots that she's going to call the other distributors around the country to see if someone else has a pair of my boots in my size. Lord knows I need them. Oh well, off to clean and organized. Tomorrow I shall bake.
Now, I work on cleaning my room and then I face yet another skating practice. My coach is now so peeved about my boots that she's going to call the other distributors around the country to see if someone else has a pair of my boots in my size. Lord knows I need them. Oh well, off to clean and organized. Tomorrow I shall bake.
