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I am starting to feel less like death. Yesterday consisted mainly of dragging my corpse around and trying to make Isadora not scream. She threw a fit yesterday because Barbie on her webpage was wearing a shirt and not a dress. Mom decided it would be a good time to call and torment me about Isadora becoming a cheerleader so I picked an argument about gays having children. Her side consisted mainly of "It's not natural!".

I'm trying to talk Jeffrey into doing more banjo rave. He says I'd have to buy him more banjo samples. I think he just needs to learn to play the banjo. Hmm.... birthday idea. Muahahaha.