and i'm walking on one leg with my tongue sticking out, trying not to taste the bitter in the bottom of my cup. i drank no coffee today, made no calls to speak of, encountered no calamity. there is no reason for this insomniatic malaise and yet...
there is a spot i'm trying to scratch, and the words aren't working.
Monday, August 25, 2008
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Should I worry for your sanity dear J?
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