Wednesday, December 29, 2004

MY WRISTS HURT

Usually that means something suss, especially coming from me. But not this time. I've been typing. A new, and scary phenomenom. My dad is writing a book, and I have to type it up for him. I owe him $100, and this will pay him back. But it sucks. His handwriting is AWEFUL, and the writing itself is ... rushed. I don't think he proof read it, and if he did, his grammar is just plain ridiculous. I know mine isn't that crash hot, especially on this blog, but damn! I dunno. Do I tell him? Do I just re-type his word for word, then let the editor laugh. Oh well.

IESSO

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