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I think I actually slept last night!!

I'm imploding almost completely again. I want to break out and do something, but my thoughts drag me inwards like some inescapable black hole. I can't fucking do anything except sit here and write a sentence or two before staring off again into my little world.

Literally, it's taking me forever to write this.

It's weird... like I think of one thing I want to...
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Since I haven't done one of these quiz things on my journal here yet...

1. What is the middle name of the first person you ever slept with or had sex with?

Ummm... I only remember her first name.

2. What kind of underwear are you wearing and what color?

White boxer-briefs.

3. What is the song you want played at your funeral?

Symphony No...
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I saw a great deal of famous and familiar faces today. Some of them I can't place. Though I think for sure I saw someone who looked like Jake Gyllenhaal only like an 80's thrasher punk. Crazy ass rainbow mohawk, piercings, leather jacket held together against the rage by safety pins. Then again, maybe it was little Jake in cognito. I'll never know since I...
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Monday is definitely the worst. When you have a job.

Myriad moments of reflection attempt to distract me. I must go.

Why can't I sleep...

Work was rediculous.

I mean, it was a fine day and all -- but I was on another planet somewhere. I am so tired that I'm starting to get dizzy spells and cathing things moving in the corner of my eye... just momentary distractions though, not full out hallucinations.

Anyhow -- after a brief introduction with one Barry M. (who is a pretty desperate and...
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Yesterday was good. I went into a meeting with one of our bigger clients and didn't really know what to expect -- being a broken programmer person. To say the least, I was nervous. It wouldn't take much for me to try and answer a simple question with a tirade of complications.

Anyhow -- I didn't answer anything improperly. I was succint and direct --...
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My savage heart. Sometimes I have little sympathy for it.

Anyway...

I am going to miss Em this week greatly.

Her work hours are exactly opposite mine most of the time, so we still do not see eachother very often. This has been a problem for quite some time now -- and she swore it would get better. But alas it hasn't and I fear...
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Dreams of Paris or Bucarest. Budapest. Constinople. To be articulate, aristocratic, and well mannered. Amongst people with sensibilities and respectable stature. Horribly depraved and filthy still -- but where appearances and nuance are still important.

I think I might like that for a while.

It sure beats the self-involved snivelling of my current generation.

I saw an old man wearing the same hat as I...
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