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9:06 p.m. + 2003-05-16 = dayquil

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i am sick again.

have written nearly 5 pages of 12-15page paper. due date for rough draft has been pushed back to tomorrow morning.

best friend sara brown is in town for the night. haven't seen/talked with her in ages. i simply can't be asked to write a paper tonight.

earth jam is tomorrow. must prepare my set... i'm feeling lonely and frustrated in a way that no thing/one can fix. i don't understand it myself.

and somewhere in all this, i need to write 8-11 more pages of a topic that is far less enthrolling than i had anticipated.

p.s. i'm jacked up on dayquil... which is an entirely new experience for me... suggested dosage didn't seem to be helping, so i prescribed an additional dosage and lemme just say....

wow.

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