dear diary, what a day it's been. dear diary, been just like a dream.
okay i have thirty to forty year old lyrics jumpin jack flash it's a gas gas gas.
dear reader.
this is no longer for readers.
my face is soft and smells sweet. behind that wafts bacon from five hours ago. david sleeps on the bed, uncomfortable but not unhappy. i look at the back cover of harry potter and the deathly hallows, thinking of wallowing in the 223 pages left to read.
pantry is eggless. but i am not eager to leave my home after the week of las vegas and work and sick and wondering how to help my mother out of the pit she's in.
and who wants the paycheck i'll get in a week. well, many people would want it, snotty-nosed soandso. it ain't me, babe, no, it ain't me you're looking for babe.
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