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Balls, I'm tired. I hate being sick. It's the tickle in the throat that gets me, the burning and the dry cough. It is seriously like Satan jizzed in my mouth. It should make quitting smoking easier though. On top of that, I had the worst hangover ever today. I have not been blackout drunk in a long time, and I hate how getting older makes the hangovers worse. The last thing I remember is laying down on the bathroom floor at my friends house. 'Twas a good night.

Why do exes suck, even when you don't talk to them anymore? How long is it supposed to take for you to stop thinking about them? Why do they have to make stupid fucking comments to your friends that you know are a shit-storm of lies. And why do we hold them on these pedestals? I'm better than that, and she is a shitty person.

Ohhh, and I got my first real directing gig lined up! I'm fuckin' stoked! I'll end on that good note.