Thursday, April 8, 2004 - Very rough, unedited

[enigma4]

I sank my weary self down under soft sheets at approximately 2:30 am, my packing successfully completed. As my head brushed the pillow, I heard the sound of my parents urging me to get ready to depart. 4 am already, and I had only just gone to sleep. It was my own fault, after all, for staying out past midnight to visit my friend before I left

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[clotpoll]

Actually, I read something about how the Flaming Lips wrote a song called "35000 Feet of Despair" about a pilot killing himself mid-flight. I think it's on Zaireeka, which is now gone from the record store. Bah.

Oh, and I too am glad that you are not dead or maimed. Plus, inner peace! I could use some of that.