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Thursday, September 30, 2004

I sold my sleep to rock 'n roll.

Dark circles under my eyes.
My throat feels like I've been singing death metal. Well, not that I haven't.
Sluggishness in general and absolute lack of will to be productive.
In fact, the only will I have is to get the fuck outta here and fly away. Right now.

Any reasonable doctor would recommend that I stop listening to punk rock.

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