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Apr 24, 2007 14:19

I can see my glasses shiver with each of my all too hefty heartbeats.

I am tired, and 15/20 pages into the next issue of the youth leadership paper i edit.

I'm dreaming about a bathrobe, a television, some Nyquill rip off, a box of tissues, and a trashcan full of used ones.

My dreams are so much smaller when I'm sick.
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