8.4.2003
 
All holy hell...

Stupid evil friggin' bad thoughts. Why the hell can't you be impure thoughts? Those I'm more accustomed to handling.

Well, the bad thoughts too. But more so the self-depreciating bad thoughts. Not the vicious kind that tends to re-open old wounds.

Time to get some sleep.

Oh wait... all that coffee I had won't let me go to bed. Crapper.

Anyone want to bring/buy me some eyedrops?

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