10.22.2007 - 7:18 p.m.

Dear Self:

You know that headache you've had for three hours now? How everything has seemed just the slightest bit impossible, from the scheduling of Friday's workshops to the 100-ft round trip required to pull the trash can in?

You know how you've been thinking you are a horrible excuse for a human being and will never grow up ever and then you were following that pickup truck and nearly shoved its towing ball up Alexander's nose and also you suck?

I am not saying that none of these things are real problems, but I *am* saying that all you fed yourself today was a snack-cup of mac and cheese, a Fudge Round, and a Cherry Coke. Might be a contributing factor.

Idiot.

-stonebridge

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