Sunday, Oct. 02, 2005 - 12:40 a.m. It's going to drop onto my face while I sleep. I know it. Icky black thing. If I wake up with a spider bite, I'm fumigating. I have decided that I do not love parties as much as I used to. Tonights was kinda not fun. Shrug.
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