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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

I hate being sick. I can feel the breath rattling in my lungs, its effing scary i tell you. Sounds like death, if death had a sound even. Well whatever. I'm sleepy, but i don't think i should sleep, cause i'll miss charmed. Which would be bad. Haha. Well imma gonna go do random surveys. They're fun i tell you (:

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