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Monday, February 21, 2005

4:49 p.m. - Yes, I am still alive

but I'm just very busy and firing on 5 of 4 cylinders.

Had a fab time with Niall. Lots and lots and lots of skiing. Too much alcohol and hot tubbing.

24-8 and 2 burps to Niall. We were all very polite this weekend.

There is dry wall on all the downstairs walls - and likely the upstairs ones too now.

4:49 p.m. - Yes, I am still alive

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