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Apr 07, 2004 21:49

Stuck on the fridge with a magnet that oddly enough promotes a hotel somewhere in the Bahamas is the photocopy of some test results. With a pink marker, Viggo has put some arrows to point at his iron level, which is depressing low.

I'm not pregnant, just badly anemic, he cheerfully scrawled all over it. Am now proud owner of iron supplements. And a list of dietary restrictions.

Now, who the hell hid the keys for my car? I had to steal Orlando's to get myself over at the doctor's office.

Added on a post it note because he was running out of space: will be jerking off in the shower, if anyone needs me.

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