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Nov 22, 2007 00:24

The only thing keeping my feet warm is bottles of Nyquil, because my Ma stole my slippers.

Tomorrow I want to go somewhere nearby (for a long time) and practice my reading and my writing until when I come home my room smells unfarmilliar. I'll say "Mm," or "Ew," and reevaluate my life accordingly.

But that's not an option. I may just have to hold my breath,
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