the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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2:07 p.m. + 2005-04-20 = dangle, preposition, dangle!
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no matter how sober one thinks one is at the end of the night/beginning of the morning...
one is not!
no more computer after midnight for me.
no more drinking anything but water for a week [perhaps, an ill-fated promise.]
and, the thought of a cigarette right now churns my stomach in a sickly fashion. i think i'll be running with the aversion for as long as i can.
and as completely vague as i left that... the most lifeless of imaginations could create a scenario a million-times worse than the one that i am currently over-reacting to.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
