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November 3rd, 2004 (01:41 pm)

current mood: blah

I feel like a window would look after being blasted by a shotgun.

In not so many words: I feel, no wait, I am sick.

It musta been yesterday when I was at the doctors & said "I hardly ever get sick" and then didn't follow it up with a "knocks on wood" demonstration.
I think I must be dying.
I did that the other weekend.


blah blah blah, other stuff too, ya de ya de ya da.
ok. I'm going back to bed now.