Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Passed 22 hours. Head hurts. Drinking hot tea. I hate tea. Leaking snot. I hate snot. And leaking. Boss just walked through office smoking. I am simultaneously drawn to and repelled by his cigarette, like, like, like... like a simile that implies a big contradiction. I hate similes. And contradictions. Probably shouldn't have hit that pack of Pall Mall reds before I started this. Should have spent a day or two with some ultra-light brand. I hate ultra-lights. And brands. Head still hurts. I hate my head.

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