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Tuesday, July 23, 2002
I'm also sick of the way Bob hogs the bed so that I have to wake him up if I want to get into it. If I wake him up, he wants to hold onto me like a teddy bear, and frankly, I can't stand that. I wish he worked 7 days a week, sometimes, just so I could go to bed at night and sleep.