Tuesday, 26 June 2007

Nov. 4, 1973

I bled all over my pillow last night, and my nose really hurts today. Church was boring as usual, and I fell asleep in CCD. I had to spend the afternoon helping Dad trim the hedge and cut back the roses. It was hard work, and we were rewarded with grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. We finished just in time to watch the Browns game on TV.

I learned today: If I get beaten up, it’s still my fault.

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