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Monday, June 28, 2004


How is it possible that my body knows when I'm already not supposed to be at work? And considering I don't really need an answer to that question, I'll try another one... Why when I have a prearranged day off (or week in this case) am I sick when it starts? Since Saturday night, I've slept about 32 hours. I'm currently cold. But not to worry, I'll be roasting hot in approximately 7.3 minutes.

Since all I've been doing lately is sleeping, I don't have much to write about. Thankfully, I can't really remember my dreams. I think it's time for another nap. Nighty night.

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