December 14, 2003

NY Times

I plan to go out one time today and that is to pick up the New York Times and buy toilet paper. These are two things I fear I can not live without today.

Okay. Here I go. I'm out the door. I'm fighting blasts of biting cold air. I'm loving it. It's so wonderful.

Okay. Now I'm really going.

Bye.

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