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6:03 p.m., 2005-12-12
hey.been a long damned time.
holy lord in heaven above, i am aching right now for no good reason. i feel like i have a fever, but i know i don't.
you know what i hate? the wintertime. it wouldn't be as bad if i didn't have to work outside half of the time, although luckily (and as i have stated before) i'm so goddamned tough that i chew tinfoil. so it works out most of the time.
but i ache. literally, and not in some sort of stupid mental way or something. i'm not mental.
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you know, i always mean to write in here, but i just don't have the motivation like i used to in other places, where at times i showed sparks of literary bullshit that could be construed as pure unadulterated genius. woe is certainly me, you know? do i no longer feel the necessity for deconstruction of thought or whatever the motivation was that kept me pumping out my searing brand of ascerbic wit and folk wisdom on a semi-regular basis? or is it that i am censoring myself this bad?
see, just typing this out has brought my mind to its knees and i am not wont to stop it and return to compulsively and methodically categorizing and manipulating my music library.
man, i am aching.
my hips feel like the circulation to them is inadequate.
christmas is sort of shitty, but that's cool. i'll deal with it.
swear to god, i'm pretty happy all over.
can't wait for may, june, july, august and half of september though. i should sleep until then.
but i know i won't.
