Tuesday, October 17, 2006

45,438 Words

Hi, rubbish word count I know. The baby's had me up every three hours, every night for five days. I haven't been this tired since she was a newborn. Every day is a blur. Everything is grey. All the food is tasteless. All the sounds are too loud. Effervescent? You've got to be joking. I'm going to bed.



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