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If you want to know how it all began, click HERE for the FIRST entry. At the top of each post you can click "NEXT ENTRY" and so on. It might make a bit more sense that way, and you might stumble upon one of my better postings in case this one sorta just sucks! CLICK HERE for a RANDOM ENTRY. Thursday, Nov. 29, 2001 - 9:29 P.M. Grand Central Station Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, long before the sun rises and WAY before I would normally be awake, I am blasted awake by the sound of a locomotive, and it is so loud it is as if it's right in my room. Horrible ruckus. The saddest thing, as you may have guessed, is that the sound emanates from moi. Yes. I snore. In such a way that I drive MOTH out of the room. And now, I even wake myself up. Someone buy me a gun. Ok, let's do the tally... I am 44. I am short. I am fat. I am losing my hair. I have bifocals. I am menopausal. About all that's missing right now is a good case of the gout. Won't you PLEASE leave your feedback here? 0 readers left their mark on this one!
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