I weighed myself at least 30 times today. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to see a lower number but I'm having a hard time believing that I am 110 pounds.
I spent most of the day at the hospital. Rico got a piece of metal stuck in his eye. They had to drill it out. My friend and her fiancée had a beautiful baby boy. He didn't live. I wish there was something I could do, I feel so bad for my friends.
Life is crazy, isn't it? You never know what's going to happen.
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