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May 24, 2001
So sick so so sick that is me.
Unrest

It just doesn't feel the same. When I was young I could wake up after almost no sleep, and the fear of utter devastation would vanish, and as I would feel full energized. The devastation part would come soon after, but I was up and at ‘em. Now every morning is nauseas and headachey until I get some coffee and at least a muffin, and I got my papers done. I think I was delirious when I finished them. I was off the wall. I wrote a parody of an essay