Smile. Sleep. Snore.

08/26/2010

Exhausted. Wiped. Pooped. (Unfortunate that those two followed each other.) Demolished. Tired. Zonked. Out of it. Dead to the world.

Happy.

Great day, long day.

Extremely grateful for all the birthday wishes. Too conked to express it properly.

I'll try to write something coherent tomorrow. For now I'll just say this: I've got a feeling it's going to be an excellent thirty-ninth year.

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In the future, please put the Pooped BEFORE the Wiped. Otherwise, you might lose some followers. :-)

-C

BWAAHAHAHAHAHA Chris!

SSSHHH! Sarah's sleeping...

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