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Jul 10, 2005 20:19

I like subjecting myself to torture. I like to call certain people I have no chance with and chat. I like it, because now old wounds open up and I start to think 'hey, we talked that means there's a chance right?'. I don't know why. I just don't know why I do this.

Tomorrow is off to the hospital to have radioactive iodine isotopes injected into my blood stream to confirm if there is or is not a cist on my thyroid gland that is causing this increase in hormonal production. That was maybe the most intelligent sounding sentence I've ever written. So if you would like a full medical update, give the cell a chance tomorrow, and you may be treated with more gruesome details of my medical problems. Flippin' sweet!

Carbon Leaf's Indian Summer is albulm that is essentially about the last year of my life.

Lance Armstrong lost the lead in the tour de france today. That's alright Lance, somedays, we all lose a few! Aaaaaaand cue David Gray music!
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