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Monday, March 08, 2004
SPOTS TMR!!! wish i could pull an A_ and do a 22-hr marathon, but unfortunately i dun haf enough adipose tissue to soak up all that caffeine so i'm reduced to playing wc, waiting for all that chicken shit (literally) to leave my GIT and then grab some rest and wake up super early and be waiting at the doors of the sci lib by 8am. F_ says he'll be there. The only lovely, comforting thought to a stressed-out and fucked-up mind. I think my body prob doesn't produce enough glucocorticoids that's why i can't handle stress all that well. Maybe GCC injections will make me a REAL MED MUGGER. Can just visualize my brain expanding. Speaking of expansion, i ate so much cheesy fries and chicken today it was prob enough to make a dent in the chicken/potato population. Ok enough crap. I'm off to sleep now. Wish me luck for spots. Really need it.
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