What To Read but the ole doctor
MISERY
by Anton Chekhov
"To whom shall I tell my grief?"
THE twilight of evening. Big flakes of wet snow are whirling lazily about the street lamps, which have just been lighted, and lying in a thin soft layer on roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, caps. Iona Potapov, the sledge-driver, is all white like a ghost. He sits on the box without stirring, ( Read more... )
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anywho... i found this and I think we should agree to never tattoo each others names... http://www.inkednation.com/images/user_albums/49/59/knife68/200821135933.jpg
Oh! I bought my kitties some kitty-drug... it's supposed to slightly sedate them and make them less nervous. Let's see what happens. Michelle recommended it.
See you tomorrow night lovely
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