damaged tape.

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Monday, February 12, 2007 8:49 pm

Busying myself nuts.

Suddenly, everything about me revolves words.
I've got a 1.5K worded essay to work on. I'm not overtly concerned about the word count; I'm more worried that I may exceed it and make the British yawn and go to nap.
I'm working on the poem that a certain someone kind of dared me to do it. I think I'm taking an awfully long time to do it; But anyway, I just hope that little spark of that someone doesn't die out before I'm done with it.

I just got back from the doctor's. Apparently, I am down with some crack illness called Uritrica or whatever the darn spelling is.
To put it simply, it's just a stupid rash. But for my case, it doesn't itch at all. My hands looked like a pair of carrots, dipped in red dye, this morning. That's why I wore that black watch; To make it look less evident. ><

Playing floorball again tomorrow. I'm getting tired of it.
Period!

this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.