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03 July 2000 Monday. What? 18:26. Hell.

Phewwww, what a day, tired all the time, bed, Why did I not enter your luxurious depths till 11? 

You don’t have a walk on part Einstein, K?

I hate forgetting ideas. I’ve got to get a pad to take around with me all the time. Unfortunately, as soon as I turn off the computer and get into bed, turn off the light and let my mind spin down, that’s when I get all my ideas. I can’t exactly get up and write them down. It’s damn annoying, usually they seem so cool as well. Don’t seem so great in the morning, but I’m not half dreaming them am I? 

Last night, I had no light bulb, it broke. I’ve replaced it now with the one from the lamp that I never use. Probably nearly electrocuted myself since the on position is the usual off position. Fucking maniac electricians. But looking out the window of a dark window, into the night, is pretty cool. It’d probably be cool anywhere, but when there’s only one house with lights on, and the sky is moody… 

Also, I’ve now gone without sleep, without food, without heat or without cold, and now, finally, without light, I think I can confidently call myself a student, with all the hardships under my belt. 
A-Thank-You. 

Well Bed and strange dreams call me. I bet you have to be normal to be a critic. 

And deforestation isn’t working so well. I can’t tell what’s stubble prodding, and what’s biting, cos they’re both fuck off itchy. Also, my mound now feels like my dads chin when he tried to give me chin pie when he hadn’t shaved it for a day. Nicccceeeeee. They don’t tell you that in all those darn porn stories. Bastards. 
 

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