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Saturday, May 01, 2004

I can't sleep.

This ain't my bed and this ain't my fan with pokey rotors that turn at the speed of fourteen fat friars and this ain't my pillow without pillowcase and this ain't my...

...life.

(Panics) What have I done with my life?

No, nothing. Your life has just taken a wrong turn and there's no turning back.

Maybe I'll wait till the nicotine wears off.

Damn I need to take a leak and the walk's too short and I'm not opening the required amount of doors and I feel out of place.

Maybe...I'll...wait...till...marijuana...honey...divisible...retrogade...compunction...variance...mom...arewethereyet...whatthehellisgoingonandwhyisfreedomsuchanemptyfeelingtolivewith?

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