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Sunday, January 10, 2010
Feels just like a fantasy

Pretty typical Sunday, the usual dreading of Monday, eating way too much and walking around 'till my legs feel like snapping off.

The day started out slow, with me waking up at 12, roaming around the house until I couldn't take the boredom any longer. This led to me attempting to awaken my sister from her sleep. Although I failed to get her up and running, Imanaged to get her pissed off. In the end, it was only my Mom and I that left the house. Fef planned to join us an hour later.

In Central, we started out by having lunch at Pret A Manger. Mom, being healthy, had a salad and yoghurt, whereas I got the Creamy Clam Chowder <3>