I
went to bed at seven this morning and woke up at two-thirty feeling, strangely
enough, neither miserable nor pathetic. I loathe, loathe, loathe
sleeping during the day. That is such an embarrassing cliché. But
somehow today instead of feeling like crap I felt rather chipper and stuff.
I even went outside while it was still light out. Yeah... got a haircut
(had four inches lopped off), bought a graphic novel and a few comicbooks,
et cetera. Weird huh?
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