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The sad truth is I'm not getting better; I'm getting worse. The songs that made me spin before don't work like they used to. I may like my trash, but I've burned a hole in the same songs over and over - even omnibus is wearing thin. I'm discovering now I even like "hit" music. Timbaland? Sure, why not. Wow the song was kinda pretty but good god the vomitous video...puppy eyes don't work on me, that's for sure.

Today I work up super sore from my thursday workout, so I'm happy I'm able to work around this shoulder problem. Today I ran - reflected on things while I did. Can't help but notice that it's December and I still run, when I used to cut out around November. I don't get icy lungs anymore. That 5.5 mile run is just normal even though it makes my legs sore. I um, talk to myself and try to work shit out while running.

So I dressed up a tiny bit more the other night - hardly anyone noticed the eyeliner. I think I've decided to get my dad's skull preserved and encased in an translucent bowling ball.

That would be cool.