the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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1:44 p.m. + 2003-11-05 = when you love somebody it's hard to think about anything but to breathe.
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i am conciously unconciously self-imposing this unsettled stomach which has keep me from class and work but not from bar trivia... ish. i need to just bite the bullet and live in the library for a few days... i'm not a quitter and i'll be damned if i let an introductory-level english course get the best of me. i may be reduced to grovelling for a chance of extra credit... ish, again.
i have to play tonight as well... for which i haven't prepped and really, don't intend to do so. i must read oodles upon oodles upon oodles of stuff, nose to grindstone and such; that is near-top priority. and somewhere looming in my mind is the sickening fact that i witnessed firsthand yestereve the biased judging of bar trivia. sick, sick, sick.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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