It is 2:30 in the morning. The house is peaceful. There is the static hum of John's TV, and the whirling sound that comes from the computer, but other than that, it is quiet. I've been up since eight, pissed off and frusterated with school, with myself, with curriculem, with the rashes on the palms of my hands. I have an observation tomorrow, the
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