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i'm still up. wtf.

go away. go to sleep. whats wrong with me?

you know that book i told you i was reading? by michael c? i read it. ALL of it.

omfg. it was 364 pages. in one night. my eyes hurt and i don't feel sleepy.

it was a good book. maybe i was starving for one.

well i might as well type some more, maybe i'll get tired.

checked my email. 96% spam 4% actual email. i got an email from jenny and a letter from audrey. i'm begining to suspect my life is nothing but a bunch of friends and ex's strewn together. either that or i'm just fucking tired.

name three things significant to me that are right next to me:
1. jar of Goober's Grape. (we see I am lazy, but efficient. a 2 in 1 pNb spread.)
2. 2 green dollar chips to the Wat Thai of Los Angeles (we see more lazy. but also health conscious, and giving. I didn't spent all my chips on food there, i keep them as souveniers and as long as i do the thai temple profits more)
3. my moms mug. i use it for cool refreshing water. she has her own mug for her insurance company, it has her name and phone number. i've never called it. go figure that one out i'm not spelling it out.

there should be 4. THE FUCKING BOOK

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