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	<title>Comments on: Reconnecting With Family</title>
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		<title>By: Rebecca L.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rebecca L.</dc:creator>
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		<description>So I&#039;m staying overnight in the hospital w/mom &amp; I can&#039;t sleep with all the &quot;Hey, I still have a blood pressure&quot; beeps, the wall clock that loudly mocks my insomnia second by second by second, and the poor dimentia-ridden fella next door whose bed alarm goes off every 5 minutes notifying the nurses that he&#039;s making yet another unsuccessful atempt to blow this joint. So what do I do? Flip open the laptop and roam around the net aimlessly noticing all the ridiculous sites I just don&#039;t pay enough attention to... Lo and behold yours was one of them. Should&#039;ve known better than to think I could read you flippin&#039; blog w/out laughing out loud. In my attempt to hold it down, I was making all these very unfeminine snorting noises in my cupped hand. Mom stirred and asked if I was crying. I was like, &quot;Ya pretty much. Remind me to let you read something tomorrow.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So I&#8217;m staying overnight in the hospital w/mom &amp; I can&#8217;t sleep with all the &#8220;Hey, I still have a blood pressure&#8221; beeps, the wall clock that loudly mocks my insomnia second by second by second, and the poor dimentia-ridden fella next door whose bed alarm goes off every 5 minutes notifying the nurses that he&#8217;s making yet another unsuccessful atempt to blow this joint. So what do I do? Flip open the laptop and roam around the net aimlessly noticing all the ridiculous sites I just don&#8217;t pay enough attention to&#8230; Lo and behold yours was one of them. Should&#8217;ve known better than to think I could read you flippin&#8217; blog w/out laughing out loud. In my attempt to hold it down, I was making all these very unfeminine snorting noises in my cupped hand. Mom stirred and asked if I was crying. I was like, &#8220;Ya pretty much. Remind me to let you read something tomorrow.&#8221;</p>
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