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evidently i do not get drunk, but i do get hungover.

so really what's the point?

not feeling so well.
the air conditioner secretly is a heater.
next door two men are pouring down tar on the roof, and it's burning smell is making me feel ill.

"tenth grade was the best year i had in high school"
"i hated 10th grade"
"i thought you hated 9th grade?"
"well i hated that too"

--laugh--

my mom wrote to tell me that my dog died today. i wish i could have seen her but i'm far far away. i guess i knew it would happen soon, because she was getting older, losing sight and hearing...she was just so darn cute though it didn't matter....

it's almost two. i've tried twice to lie down. sleep eludes me.

i'm stuck in some conversation with someone i'd tried to avoid, but of course they change their screen name and pop up and surprise me. they seem to have a double personality, one minute they are fine to talk to, the next they act as though they are drunk, though protest that they aren't...shit why am i talking to them?

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My Room

Come down to my room
I was thinking about you
and I made a pass at myself

-Leonard Cohen

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