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Uh. Hi everyone. I am sooooo tired. For new years, I went over to Corbin to see my dad. We stayed up all night, eating extra butter popcorn, drinking Diet Coke, watching MTV, living it up. My dad said it was a releif to not have to work, so he thought he'd have me over. I hadn't seen him in, like, a year, so it was really fun. SM went to bed at ten (Party pooper), but I stayed up. After MTV shut off because a rain storm knocked out the power line at two AM, dad said he'd go Facebook or something so I settled down to read some of my favorite books. (I coulden't help but bring some of my Chabigail horror mysterys along with me to Kentucky. I knew something would happen.) Well, turnes out that Rian was causing the fires unknowledgebly, because Daniel was in his body by night, and it was all Marcy's fault! Who would have known? So, after that, I decided to ring home. Well, who was I to know that they went to bed? So, I basically just listened to my Ipod all night. Fun, fun, fun. Very exciting. The next morning, dad took me to Dunkin Dounuts, and we got a big box of munchkins, and I got coffee, he got expresso. As we ate, he drove me around Corbin. We saw this museam, where KFC was invented. It was fun. I ended up braking into one of the exibits to try and smell what the secret mixture is to his chicken. Dad wasn't to happy about being escorted out by police. So I had to go home. And I'm still tired. Bye.