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i feel compelled to write something. i'm really not sure what, though. i'm high on cold meds, so everythig is all garbled in my brain. sickness is no fun!

instead, i will leave you with this:


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eleven hour work days make sarah something something

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half way between sleep and consciousness
medicate to alleviate
dancing between both worlds

thinking back on the rapture
cumulus clouds capturing concentration
these are not angels

'scuse me, having an emo moment. listening to the get up kids and going through old entries make sarah something something.

THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY. THIS FOLDER IS EMPTY.

is it 6 o'clock yet?

hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

my brain is all skittery. make it stop!