gizzhead's Diaryland Diary
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There's too much on my mind.
THINGS:
- I looked down at my computer at 3 p.m. and I looked up at 6 p.m. It was already night. It kills me.
- It smells like steak, but it's not my steak. It is the street's steak, and I'm jealous.
- Our toilet is broken and I've successfully held it for almost eight hours.
- I've been reading Demons for three weeks now and Kirillov just killed himself. It wasn't a surprise but he was my favorite character. In the next one hundred pages I expect everyone else to kill themselves because they just miss him so much.
- I'm on a preemptive holiday diet but I want pizza. Or Raboy steak, rice, and salad. Or Red Mango to counteract my lunch of Pink Berry. My big grief is that I live, seemingly, on the only block without a deli salad bar. It's stupid.
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7:40 p.m. - 2009-11-06
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