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May 03, 2004 16:28

three aspirins washed down with a glass of warm tap water.
and what i wouldnt give to be able to fall asleep right now
but its too cold. the house is too empty. and my mind is as blank as the paper upon which i should be writing my art essay.
a sheet of valid questions requiring impossible answers and much deeper thought than i am free to give at the moment.
may the third is lousy.
&&&&&&what is the point of hoping may fourth will be any different?
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