Inn of the Last Home
Welcome to the Inn of the Last Home. A calm spot in a world of dragons.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Tonight I walked the dog. Well, actually the dog walked me. She's kind of big.
Washed some clothes, grilled burgers on the George Foreman. Read the paper.
Put the kids to bed, and now I'm sitting here writing this.
Someone alert the media.
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