February 17, 2003

My head hurts. This is not a particularly good day. My contacts are itching and my eyes are watering. My head is itchy. My back feels uncomfortable. My nails are chipping and look unappealing. I smell something rotten. I want to go eat something, but I don't think I will. I wish I could nap, but I know I can't. I wish I were not me, not here, not now.

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