April 27th, 2002

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extremely tired. as if i'd worked out for days straight. i was almost as tired when I woke up this morning as when I went to bed last night. JC took good care of me. Changed me into long johns, poured me some water, gave me a motrin, carried me to bed. He read to me from his Winnie the Pooh book until I fell asleep. I love the boy. What can I say?