Today is August 11. Since July 12, I have driven 2986 miles.

I had never even heard of the Garbage Pail Kids until I met Joe.

There were errors:
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What the bloody hell does that mean?

Wow, Gregory Hines died. I didn't know he had cancer.

P.S. I love hurting those closest to me.

We went to the Gerry Rodeo today! YAY! It rained really hard, but we had Joe's golf umbrella so we were ooookay. I enjoy the rodeo.

I also enjoy "Wonderful Tonight." I'm not an Eric Clapton fan though.

My stomach hurts. Perhaps I ate too many peanuts at the rodeo.

I met with Nate and Brooke today about the photography for their wedding. I think all should go fairly well. I just have to keep my head about me.

ELOPE.

Nah, I want a nice dress and I want people to give me stuff. LOTS of stuff. I'm so poor.

Zwan is my surrogate mother.

The one word resounding inside my headache-laden skull:
ELOPE.