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Tuesday November 25, 2003 - 4:52 p.m. I think I'm getting sick, but don't tell Bobbert. He already called me rude names and threatened me today. So Thanksgiving is coming in two days and that should be a treat. No, really, I am looking forward to it. I get to see Bobbert and George and hang out with the family. There are just some dynamics going on in Rewind-world right now that don't make for fun times...not all the time, anyway. But whatever. I get to eat yams. Watch some movies. Kick everyone's ASS teaming up with Louise on Cranium. Oh yeah boy, no one can remotely touch us as a team. Not remotely. She once touched the clay to begin doing that thing where you make stuff out of clay and your teammate guesses what it is, and I said...I said like this: "An ashtray." That was followed by accusations - bitter, bitter accusations, I might add - of CHEATING. No, no, babies. We. just. rock. ass. This year the yams will be different and there will be food items jammed into the turkey's naughty hole. This disturbs my mother unduly. She's been fretting about it far too intensely far too long. I say, Just let John make the dinner, Mom. I was just waxing philosophical but I'm far too tired. And sick. So never mind. I'll give ya another update after ze holiday.
-Mlle R
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