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Hey. That's what happens when you're not a teenager anymore and don't write, "Dear Diary". Hey. It's Friday night and I'm so tired. Headache and can't hardly move much. My glucose must be high. 56tr4 that was Shelby walking across the keyboard as she left. I think I'll do a little more research on blogging this weekend. Tomorrow morning to the lab to get some blood work done. Sunday morning to work to get the new computer set up. Yay! The old one has just about crapped out. I think we're getting this done just in time. Anyway, nothing more. It's just 9:00 pm and I think I'll go get in bed. Ta....