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Sunday, November 14, 2004 |
I feel like my dog. Tired. Only interested in sleep. Every waking moment without the immediate prospect of a treat--in my case sex, food, and mindless entertainment--seems like an utter chore. Blah to the world I tell you! Blah!
5:57:49 PM
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