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Friday, October 18, 2002
I work with the idiot tonight. Should be interesting. He and Cheryl are usually good for one big fight a night. Maybe he'll want to take off right away and head to the Frat House of something. You just know that he loves to go there don't you. Oh, and Jack's on vacation so you should come and see me next week in the kitchen.
Just because I can.
Professor was out last night so we had a sub. No news yet on the midterm. Enough to drive me drink. Speaking of which, isn't that just about enough of that? I just have to get my lazy ass up and back to the doctor. Maybe next week.
Speaking of getting healthy again. Once again I am going on Zyban. And this time I think I'll stay on it for the whole time required. I'll let you know how it goes. Stupid waking up thinking that it tastes like a stupid cat shit in my stupid mouth. Mmmmmmmmm...cancer.
Last call.
Craig @ 11:40 AM
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