8.10.2003
 
Oh jesus... There's a reason why I only let myself sleep four to nine hours each day.

Thirteen hours of sleep later and my back is in all sorts of knots. Like... that one famous knot that I can't think of at the moment, but Alexander the Great cut it in half instead of trying to solve it... but instead of rope, it's made of spine. My spine.

Hey... anyone want to go masseur on my sorry ass? Please?

. . . . . posted:||4:16 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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