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Oct. 13th, 2005 03:15 amhonestly, i just don't even know what you want from me anymore.
edited to add: and weirdly, my left wrist smells of perfume. but its not my perfume. this is... intriguing.
edited again to add: its not 07:00 and i'm feeling really fucking sick. came on all of sudden, and this time along with coughing sneezing congestion confusion INCLUDES what seems to be a rather high fever.
you know why this is happening to me? because margaret atwood is tonight. i am going to that, even if tabby has to drag my dead body and prop it up in the chair.
edited to add: and weirdly, my left wrist smells of perfume. but its not my perfume. this is... intriguing.
edited again to add: its not 07:00 and i'm feeling really fucking sick. came on all of sudden, and this time along with coughing sneezing congestion confusion INCLUDES what seems to be a rather high fever.
you know why this is happening to me? because margaret atwood is tonight. i am going to that, even if tabby has to drag my dead body and prop it up in the chair.
