h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It's been about -52 with the wind chill for the past few days.
Since the boys have been home since monday, it hasn't made a difference to us, but the school has been closed because of the weather.
The boys have had something called "Fifth's Disease", or "Slap Cheeks". It's nothing serious to them. It causes a raw and irritating rash all over their bodies that burns when touched. Makes them look like pickled lobsters. They have since added sore throats and fevers, and Luke and Nigel have been throwing up.
I'm tired.
I miss Owen terribly. I don't know if I'll ever get over him, or he me. It is tough living in the same small, tight knit community. We see each other all the time, even in church. (He actually went to church recently)
I've written jaZZ and let him know the tragedy of what happened between Owen and I, but I don't think he believes me, or if he does, doesn't know what to make of it. (I actually don't blame him, because it IS really unbelieveable.)
Let it be known that I AM A FREAK OF NATURE!!!!!
I guess I had better hurry up on this computer. The library is busy today.
Please write an e-mail to me. I'd like to hear from everyone.
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