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My belly is empty. Its 3:28 and I should sleep but I can't sleep. When things get difficult. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck ME. Son of a bitch. Saturday? Friday? What will I do? I hope that on Friday I can go somewhere far away. I hope on Saturday I can also go somewhere which is likewise far away. I hope that in the next few days I can memorize the goddamn lines for this play. I hope that my life is back to normal in the next few weeks, but I'm decidedly less attractive. Eww. Its like if you dropped a carton of eggs or something. I'm running Centrella brand and there's brown cage free organic eggs chilling over there, just begging to be made into an omelette.
The days are just packed. With shit.
The days are just packed. With shit.