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There's no sleep; there's none.

I wasted the hour I could have been watching Family Ties finishing Black House and trying to sleep. Now there's nothing on. I have Mel Gibson being Hamlet in the background, I think.

I think this is the most uncreative period of my life thus far. Certainly, I've never been terribly creative, but I think I'm at some sort of new low. None of my thoughts or sentences are original. All I say is "poop" and "Kids in the Hall rule". I don't care much right now but I think soon it will catch up to me.

I left my other books at Gina's and I can't find anything I feel like reading.

I have to go to the doctor tomorrow to get a new prescription. I hope I get up on time. Because, you know, if I don't, then I'll have no Effexor and that will be bad.

I'm trying to remember the last time I thought something new or drew a picture or something or made up a silly rhyme to pass the time. I'm even singing the same damn songs over and over again and it's getting really tiresome.

And then fire shot down from the sky...
or
There once was a boy named Pierre...
or
Was that me? Was that him? Did a Prince really kiss me?

Poop.

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