Tuesday, June 15, 2004

I feel terrible this morning. I took an hour and a half to get out of bed. I want to be swallowed up by a swirling black miasma with a comforting voice that says, "Don't worry, Leticia, all will be explained." Or maybe a giant unicorn. I haven't decided yet.
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