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On Friday I had a karate test where I try to get to the next belt level. You kind of know what I am talking about? Anyway I got the shit kicked out of me and I can't move my right arm without pain shootin up it and make me want to cry. Now that I think about it, that isn't good. Maybe I should see a doctor or something. Any way, Lizz, last night I had two dreams about you. Yes, two. I had one, wokeup,fell asleep again and had the other. They weren't erotic either which makes me sad. The first one was at the movies and you ask me to go get popcorn for you or something. I go and get and come back in the theater and it is pitch black(no, not the movie with Vin Diesel, I mean literally) and I couldn't see a thing. So I go around sniffing everybody's hair looking for the person with the best smelling hair, you. In the other I am trying to wake you up before your dad gets home because you passed from drinking too much. Weird, I know. We all know what I would have prefered them be about.(sheepish grin)And another thing my iPod won't work. It is broken. One day it decided to quit.(sniff) Anyway have fun at youguy's pajam party but for some reason I think the pajamas are going to be strung along the floor and on the bed.And Michael, you are going to hell for making Nora cry. It is in the Bible. The 11th commandment, "Thou shalt not make Nora cry." See it's in the Bible. God said himself to Moses. You've sinned against God, now repent. LOL I can't keep a straight face while typing this.(slurred speech) I love you, and I love you, and Lizz, I especially love you. Peace.