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February 23, 2005 - 1:37 p.m. lie on your bed in the sun 'MY mood?!' look at your face. she's not a rabbit a. she doesn't eat carrots. crunch crunch. i can't eat. maybe i should work out. but my knee hurts. maybe i can work out with the ball. where's the fucking ball video? 'i want nyquil and dayquil and gingerale and saltines.' i want ice cream. that certainly wont help me with the working out business. 'and a hot drink. ' i've already had wine. 'and i want someone to write my proposal for me.' does any of this make sense? chester likes the bathmat at least someone likes something. and smiling. 'let's go do things that make us happy.. let's go get me medicine and saltines and chai lattes...' and steak. and roses. maybe we'll win the 649 jackpot. 'I'm gonna go outside.' i don't care.
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