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wSunday, March 10, 2002

Drat. There's still plenty of e-mail to reply to, & I dunno where or how to start.

Was loony again yesterday. I just loooove my manic-depression. I hate it, too, though. Haha. I'm fuckin' wired. (Oh my, no, that wasn't a typo.)

Been stuck to my other e-journal for the past few days. Couldn't help it. Yep, never thought it'd be real fun in there.

I was so glad to hear from Shy as she rang up the other night, but we didn't get to talk much. I was hoping she'd call back, but nada. I wonder what's up.

Recurring evening headaches aren't my kinda thing.

Last night I was so hyper that all I did was blab shit on the phone. I'm beginning to detest uncomfortable emo silences. It'll pass soon, though.

(MOTD) = Skee Lo - I Wish

posted by Andalusia at 3/10/2002 05:48:00 AM