can't sleep. i remember very clearly a line from charlotte's web: "wilbur's stomach was empty and his mind was full. and when your stomach is empty and your mind is full, it's always hard to sleep
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there is a condition in which i find myself without notice. it's the sensation of pain every time i breathe or bend, the feeling that my guts are being jabbed with needles every time in inhale. usually it only lasts about thirty seconds. this particular bout has endured for at least five minutes, prompting me to abandon my chinese homework and
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i cleared an oasis in my box room just large enough for a chair and an antique singer sewing table, the latter of which accommodates my computer setup as if custom made: my monitor and keyboard just fit atop the plateau of the sewing machine cover, the c.p.u. itself tucked under the left drawers, my mouse and injured dinosaur (the only permanent
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