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8:15 p.m. ~ 2003-11-16
i can bend and not break. or i can break and take it with a smile. i could not fall asleep after writing my entry friday night/saturday morning. infomercials blaring "set it and forget it" did not help, a documentary on schizophrenia was ineffectual. flip the channel: some religious sermon, flip the channel: some dating show with a very unattractive male screaming "girls dont want nice guys! girls want guys to be mean to them so thats what im tryin!" yeah good luck with that buddy, flip channel. you call it...whenever then a text page from christian received 2 hours after he sent it. i dont know what it meant. if he was drunk. if i was even the person he intended to send it to. i left it alone. i allowed myself to think about it for a few minutes then stopped. i did not respond. i do not want to go another round. we had a great conversation the last time we talked, a day or so after the alkaline show. he is an extremely interesting person. and talks a good game. but i do not want to go another round. like, what do i have stupid written across my forehead? the wizard of oz is on in my living room right now, i think my sister is here.
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