My greyhound can run faster than your honor student.

Friday, December 26, 2003

The Benadryl helped to stop my hands from itching and reduce the bumps, but it also knocked me flat on my back. I was dead to the world for about four or five hours. I didn't hear the phone ring twice. Didn't hear Sheri walking around the bed room putting laundry away. Nothing. Was the cure worse than the symptoms?

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