January 10th, 2001


this is one of those mornings

where I wonder what the hell I did to deserve this....

you know, where eyes feel like the roughest sandpaper imaginable, and every movement takes a few seconds loner than it should, not to mention the aches... joints not working right, pain the in back...

it's almost like I got completely trashed last night and slept on some uncomfortable couch.... which didn't happen.

Hmm, I should be leaving for work right about... now. I'm not dressed, haven't finished my breakfast...
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I'm home. Survived yet another pointless day at work.

I'm tying to be positive, but I've been fighting a headache, bored, sleepy, and hungry most of the day. That's just not good odds.

I think I'll nap, perhaps get up later to chat and such... perhaps not. We'll see. OH, I'd better eat first.. pasta here I come.
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