<< Fight with Ryan and trying to move...all with a broked hand >>
2004-08-15 @ 9:01 p.m.

Taking a break from packing, getting ready for the move. I hurt my hand in the process, and I don't really know what to do about it. I've got ice on it, which is making typing sort of hunt-and-peck with one hand.

Ryan and I have gotten into a pretty big fight. He's online right now but I am not speaking to him. He fucked up and I am determined to let him fix it. And that means he gets to own up to being jerk. And if he doesn't then this shit is over. He will get to the point where he realizes me and Kimb'ly are the only people from here he hangs out with, and blow over. I hope. But I mean it, I'm not giving in this time.

Typing one-handed is sucking.

Kimb'ly is calling. Gotta go.

Love, Me

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