Thursday, Sept. 16, 2004 - 4:04 a.m. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to broach this without seeming like a bitch or what. I don't know. But I have to get sleep. If I don't sleep I get sick. I get cold sores. I don't look well. I get cranky and bitchy. I don't think well. THese are all bad things, for me. And I'm grumpy right fucking now. Fuck.
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