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Previous - this entry written on December 05, 2005 at 1:43 am - Next ...instead of stressed, I lie here charmed, 'cos there's nothing else to do... Well, there's hurting. Lots of that to do. And worrying slightly, but I'm on too much vicodin to worry much. Doesn't seem to stop the hurting though. Just... fades it. Weird stuff, vicodin. Anyway. Yeah. Going away. Sleep. Sleep is good. Wake me at your own risk.
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