I was madder than a bag of cut snakes until noonish on January 1, 2009. Spending the day doing nothing of worldly importance other than buying sassy underwear, drinking tea and skulking through Bookman's with my dear Suzanne; I felt much better come dinner time. After Paul slept off the remainder of his sick, he took me out for a bite to eat.
The first day of the new year was saved.
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