I spent four hours trying stitch and rip and cut, and stitch and rip and cut, and stitch and rip and cut my way to making pajamas.
It looks like the pajamas wouldn't be happening tonight.
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In this blog I'd write about random thoughts and drunken debates, Punky Brewster's smiley sunshine pigtail holder and The Wonder Years, Dance with Dragons and The Prodigal Daughter, kissing toads and happy endings, figments of my imagination and the story of my life. Not necessarily in that order though. And for the record, I sing off-key.
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