Karen Taylor is a little sick at the moment (well in truth, I locked her up in the closet, stole her password, and decided to get up to mischief and write an LJ entry...). No, she's sick, poor baby... It's nausea, so Mitch, watch out. What else is new. Well, we have no hot water, which is a lovely bonus that you get when you live in a ghetto motel
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