Journal #26

Dear Diary,
          Ah, shook-up Coca Cola bottles are the best. But that's just my opinion. >.> Aaaanywhoooo.. I'm still high on freedom. It's just fogged over most of the time by the boredom that an overly hot summer brings. Because of the small surgery on her chest a week or so ago, Moneymaker can't go swimming for another week. And I'm definitely not going without her. Sooo, that means that we both can't go swimming for a week, which majorly sucks. For the past few days, we've been pining over what to do to pass the time. So far, it's been a bust. Quite honestly, I have no idea what to do. Our summer's almost over, and we can't do anything with it. And speaking of not knowing what to do, I'm not sure what else to write about in this entry. I'd probably be able to, if I didn't have this headache and looming queaziness. So I'm gonna go take a migraine pill and lie somewhere dark. It's time for bed anyway. Hopefully though, I'll be back tomorrow. Alrighty, talk to you soon!


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