12 July 2001
So we had the IEP today. It lasted four hours. Afterwards I felt like I was going to pass out, a release from the stress of anticipation. Instead, I smashed my fingers in the back door. I'm too exhausted mentally, emotionally and physically to tell the story tonight, I'll write a real description tomorrow.

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