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Hey, you!

Yeah, I'm talking to you!

Go read a cool short story:
"The Smoker" by David Schickler.

I'll be busy here either reading one of the other stories listed there, or reading The Elegant Universe or A Conspiracy of Papers.

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Wrote a friends-only entry a little bit ago. The events therein seem to have calmed since I wrote them, & I'm less worried.

Went to the bank and deposited A Lot Of Money so I won't be in debt at all anymore.

Finally admitted that I'm not going to finish my art history course because I don't need it right now and it's interfering with Valuable Portfolio Time. I've already been withdrawn because of the school I missed recently, and I could petition to get back in, but I'm not going to.

Autumn convinced me that I Needed A Drink a bit earlier, so I slogged down a Bartles & Jaymes Strawberry Daquiri wine cooler, upon which Autumn called me a "white-trash Florida cracker!" She was so delighted with this that she ran off to call her fiancé a cracker and her cousin a honky. Silly Autumn! The wine cooler was good, though. Not too sweet or too alcoholic or too artificially-flavored-tasting.

Oh yeah - welcome Koffe to my friends list!

I'm tired and my eye hurts, like the muscles around it are going to spasm. That would be bad. I'm very achy and my ankle is cracking more and more often. I think I am going to go to sleep. Mmmmm, sleep.

auuuugggggh!!!

I cannot sleep!
I am wound tighter than a... a... a thing that is wound very tightly!

Damn it... I don't want to have to actually get a benzo prescription to sleep. But I'm having such a problem getting there. I snuggle under the blankets and my body feels tense and I can't keep my eyes closed. Even though I am really tired. I'm also achy (head and body and ears), but I don't know if that is independent or based partly in my inability to relax.

*expletives deleted*