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I was still so tired from the weekend that I actually went to bed at 10 and woke up to my alarm this AM. My poor mom is scared because today I'm going to a Dr's appt near the IMF and all that mess. I said no worries, I'm sure they'll be able to do DNA testing off a piece of my liver scraped off a nearby office building to determine my ID. At the Dr's I get needles shoved into my tit to figure out what sort of nerve impulses it's getting, trying to find why I'm still at 1/2 to 2/3 strength.

I had a fucking good weekend and am looking forward to a good week as well. This is good - as school starts soon. The dread is over, now it's just a few minor questions of logistics.

I've looked back over my LJ for a bit, and I'm not impressed. I haven't written anything of substance in quite some time - but as it's been noted - misery breeds writing. I'm having a good time, and while I'm still pondering and trying to address issues, by and large I'm happy so the urge to really 'paint words' is greatly diminished. This may change during school, but I for one am happy for this break.

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I love dance music for having the worst lyrics imaginable!

I still believe in your eyes, I just don't care what you've done in your life,
bay-bee I'll always be here by your side,
don't leave me waiting too long, please come by,
I still believe in your eyes, there is no choice I belong to your life,
because I'll live to love you someday, you'll be my baby and we'll fly away...
and I'll fly with you.

It's only when I'm with someone else, that I can find myself
There must be a thousand reasons I shouldn't be here
but it just takes one, to keep me hanging on, pretending nothings's wrong


Stop doing coke in circuit clubs and get therapy!

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( Neurology Session! )