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4 o'clock, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger
-...tell no one. 5:30, jazzercize. 6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again.
7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing;
I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9 I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.
I'll be giving my love a new Air-filter
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