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It didn't take long for me to get sick of seeing the word "toilet" at the top of my journal entries. Of course, I just used the word again so I'll be staring at the word in this entry instead of the word in the previous entry for a few more days, I suppose. I have a horrendous cold and my father's father has cancer, which is apparently completely curable and no big deal in his case but its still just one thing after another with these elderly folk. I have so much jewelery and clothing and random stocking-stuffer-gadgets now and I have no idea what to do with them all. I love my ipod speakers, because those ear phones were getting uncomfortable. Now my mom is dragging my poor stuffed-up-and-sore-throated self out to goodwill with my sister so we can buy more clothes, because thats exactly what i need, not rest and fluids and lots of drugs, but more clothes and a shopping spree in sub-freezing weather with my hair wet. oh joy.