Dream weaver

Things have certainly been taking an interesting turn as of late... 
I recently discovered my hatred for the cellphone I currently am using.
I now have 16,804 of you reading this and unfortunately, I dont even have a decent piece of technology to write it on!

I now have 9 days until my daughter is due, so without a doubt I won't be writing as much. I really hope that this cellphone kicks the bucket soon! Ive had to rewrite my sentences over and over again because the keyboard keeps crashing!!! 

I'll post again soon, I promise.
And it'll be an actual blog entry!

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