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dear of all things cured diary,

yeah, believe it or not, i am cured. i ain't sick at all. i drank my grape/cherry juice and everything. i am not sniffin or nuthin. totally cured. i really didn't do anything but complain a little and drink water and spit. my mom was so smart. she was. she prolly would be smarter too, she would have been on the internet like who done it. i'll bet you she would have prolly invented it before al gore even. she was smarter than hillary clinton. i promise you that- oh and hillary swank. so i dunno. there aren't very many people who could match wits with my mom. prolly colonel sanders could tho. my mom couldn't fry chicken worth a shit. instead of herbs and spices to season her chicken- she used the burnt crispings and taste of brown vegetable oil- after it had burnt to flavor her tender bird. it definitely had that one in a kind flavor- and the gravy to match- wow- etched forever in my mind. as an adult who loves gravy- i still have yet to figure out the secret to preparing gravy with no juices- or grease of any kind- a secret my mother took with her to the other world.