Monday.

I don't wanna talk to you. I don't wanna get outa bed. I don't wanna go to work. I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna!

Big baby. Here's a pic of one, isn't he cute? ..playing in the mud. That's what big babies look like when they get their way--happy and dirty.

Gotta get dressed, gotta go to work, gotta go to the pharmacy on the way, gotta headache.. I just don't wanna. I don't want to do anything, and even 'nothing' is annoying. I want to snarl at everyone and be vile, nasty, and cruel. I want to embarrass myself and be obscene, vulgar, and rude.

I wanna break something, but I just can't maintain interest long enough to go through with it. Have a nice day.

Sorry, I forgot to remove the 'currently writing' message from the page when I left for work.

The guy at the Honey Farms across the street from work is beautiful. Life goes on.

Sweet dreams...

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