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I'm calling the dr. TOMORROW. I really think I have an ulcer. For several reasons, none of them very pretty... ANYWAY. I was called into work, that's good though because I wanted the hours. My feet hurt. Jessica invited me to kareoke night at a bar but I'm pretty tired. Justin has a cold, I hope he feels better tomorrow. I'm not lonely at my apartment even though I spend most of the day in solitude. It's alright, it's alright.