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Monday, January 09, 2006



I still have the phantom crnyig, in the shower, when I'm outside, and even in my dreams. It's amazing that I wake up when he's actually crnyig and not when I dream that he's crnyig. Is it weird that his screaming, wailing, crnyig, etc. just doesn't bother me anymore? It drives my husband nuts but I'm calm from experience.

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