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Dec 23, 2006 12:13

It is morning. I am awake. There is coffee on in the kitchen. I can smell it. I'm tired. I can't wrap my head around the idea that Alisha's just getting off of work now.

I'm in a bad mood. I can't decide what to listen to. I think all of my music is the audio equivalent of chewing on cardboard.
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