Wednesday, November 20, 2002
I've been thinking a lot about my hands lately. If I had Parkinson's disease, and that meant I couldn't draw anymore... what would I do with my life? I don't think I could speak very well either... my grampa Sam had it... and he was hard to understand sometimes. Guess that means Spanish is out. I want food. Mmmm. Pickles!
I go home in a few days and I'll be all stressified! Wee! Then again, I'll see Lucila and Tom and Yas and Elizzy. I'll have fun. Maybe just a bit. But I'll have lots of work to do and Thanksgiving and Hanukkah too! Oh my!
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