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Friday, January 8, 2010 . 1/08/2010 02:24:00 PM

I'm alone in the library, doing whatever I can do. I'm so exhausted, I feel my brain is a big wet heavy sponge; can't absorb anything and that numbing pain.

Darling lost her voice, and suddenly, she's a Chipette today, extremely squeaky and all. That's the worst I ever heard from her. Well, even if she lost her voice, she's still as noisy as ever.

Mummy's birthday today. Wonder whether I can stay awake long enough to cut the birthday cake with her.

Practically-non-existent-father's birthday's coming up in a few days. Should I wish him? I still have to see his face for Chinese New Year anyway. (If he sees this, I'm dead.)
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