Friday, December 31, 2004

January 1, 1997

Dear Diary,
It's midnight and I'm completely pooped. I'm so tired you could splash ten gallons of water on me and I'd fall asleep instead of scream. Yawn! I have to go, my grandma said it's time to hit the hay.
Love,

P.S.I'm at my grandma's for New Years.

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