May 19, 2004
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May 19th, 2004.
Oof – having a nasuea morning. My stomach is dispairing at the mere fact of it’s own existance. It’s grey outside, and I don’t feel too disimilar on the inside. Grey and roiling. How can one resist a fine, fat, tempting slug? They are Lovely and lush and just MELT on the tongue I’m also…