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Sunday May 26, 2002 - 7:39 p.m. This whole Praga Khan thing is currently rocking my ass six ways to Sunday. Why didn't anyone let me in on this sooner? I blame all of you, for not telling me. For shame. So I went to the doctor on Friday. Had Blood Work (dum dum dummmmmm) done and was left with a big and nasty bruise on my arm. I am fascinated with it, because I simply don't bruise. So rarely do I have bruises that this one is inordinately distracting. I keep showing everyone, like a four-year-old with an owie. I can't help it. Anyway, he still couldn't tell me what's wrong with my stomach and why I'm so damned tired all the time. Well, bring on the tests, boy! I'm ready. I've seen it all before. (Except getting a bruise after having my blood drawn. That's a new one on me.) I had about 10,000 things to tell you about, and for the life of me I can't remember any of them right now. So I guess I'll close up for now. Here's to random green bruises,
-Mlle R
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