Damn, my muscles still are

Damn, my muscles still are sore as hell. Now I am regretting that Suzanne didn’t spend the night last night after work. I could really use a massage from her right about now.
Poor Amber; the latest tragedy that has befallen our fearless leader is that she broke her ankle while carrying laundry up the stairs last night. I’m sure it is just an excuse to get out of work and all, heh heh.
Ok Peter NEEDS to use my computer, even though he has one outside. **sigh**
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