Mama said knock you out...
Written at 1:51 p.m. on Thursday, Jan. 23, 2003
And want to know what the worst part of all of this is?
I think I am coming down with a cold. And I cant help but wonder who is going to take care of me now that I am sick. And how is my house going to function when I am knocked unconscious by Nyquil.
Will everything fall apart or will people start learning how to do things for themselves?
This could get interesting...