It Came From The Porch : Journal Index

24 October 1999:

(Trey smacks hand hard into forehead)

"Idiot!"

Ugh. What the fuck.

(shudder)

Ok, so some of the previous entry only makes a seriously wonky kind of sense. I think we can safely say that I am pretty seriously wonky at this juncture.

The day started good, at least. Woke up (at 7am!) and balanced my checkboook, wrote out some bills. Cleaned up my bedroom and bedroom closet. Felt pretty good in general. For a while.

The rest of this day has SUCKED. Ate all my medicine, including the new and goddawful mouthwash, and have been oh-so-wonderfully sick and nauseous ever since. Fuck. Grrrr, back into sickness mode we go. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU-

Fuck.

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