there are entries swimming around my head, wanting to come out.
some of them are humorous (i hope) some of them wish they were humorous but instead are emotional or serious.
but the thing is, that in the ocean of my mind, there are more things swimming around than entry ideas.
there are these germs and mucus and the overiding urge to go back to bed.
i am really quite sick.
but i am still here at the library (i dont have internet access at home) writing an entry to explain why there wont be an entry.
arent i sweet?
now, if i can just find someone to carry me to my car, i think i'll go home now
11:07 a.m. - 2004-10-05
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