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Thursday, October 11, 2001
I am tired right now. I mean REALLY tired. Not the good kind of tired where you're just wired due to lack of sleep. No, I'm talking about the paranoid kind. As I sit here, I am convinced that there is a little person under my bed that wants to bite my ankles. Don't bother asking how I know this. The answer will only confuse and scare you. Rest assured that there is someone out there (*and maybe in here*) that does indeed want to nibble on my feet. But I have resigned to fate and I say, "Eat away!"
On the plus side, it is my day off for the week and I am planning to try and fit a weekend's worth of fun into one day. It's not quite the same as trying to fit in an entire summer's worth of fun in one day. That game ends tragically with me passed out on a bar, and TT making out with a taxidermied bear. But nevertheless, I shall try to have fun. Onward and upward.
Craig @ 3:14 PM
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