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Saturday, October 14, 2006

when life starts to get ridiculous, it seems imperative that you resort to conventional therapy rather than perpetuate individual patterns. mid-term break my ass. more like break your back with project work. but anyway, fuck that, its over.

insomnia at its most hateful. i just wanna roll over and sleep, but i cant. damn random thoughts keeping me up at the worst times. everytime i have an 830 class, insomnia pays me a visit. is it really that hard to just go for my management accounting class?!

ok, too tired and cynical to care.

mar de sade gnarled at 3:11 AM

3:11 AM