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Previous - this entry written on March 22, 2002 at 8:41 pm - Next Cheese rolls, potato rolls, and there is likely a cover charge at the Club downtown... ...tired, amused, sleepy and distracted... ...hungry, craving, I slept away the day and now the night seems drenched with possibilities... ...I exist. I want. I need. I am. It's all good, isn't it? *shrugs* Not used to this. But... yeah. It's all good, for the moment. Ask me again in an hour.
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