July 30, 2005
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July 30th, 2005.
So tired. It’s 3.27am and my brain is whirling in ci… no… it’s grinding around in circles, running over things over and over and over again like a woman in a Chrysler on her boyfriend with a grudge. Or something. Heh, like when my friend Laurie got pissed at her boyfriend (he’d actually just broken…