11:01 a.m. - 2004-04-11
you wasted life why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?
oh diaryland, you just catch me at the wrong times - i always wake up with some substantial quantity of energy, hope, and wit - it is at a certain crest of the evening that i end up feeling lame - and then after i write at length about lameness, i eat some chips, watch some tv, and know i'm lame but don't care quite so much. but you never hear about that.
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