its one of those days when you never seem to wake up.
where the simplest things become insanely frustrating.
"damn you door! OPEN!"
a day where everything that anyone says just seems stupid.
where you just want to sit in a dark room for hours.
where you smile at work even though you cant seem to do anything right.
one of those days when you cant find the fingernail clippers and you so badly need them.
a day where you are prone to random acts of violence.
where you still feel badly about hanging up on a girl to watch survivor.
where you wish that you could write like laura mallet.
one of those days when you would give a limb for some ice cream.
yeah, its one of those days.
3:42 p.m. - 2004-04-07
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