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The coughing is especially bad today. My head hurts from it, and it makes my eyes tear up. I loathe this sickness, whatever it is. I should be studying but I feel too physically bad to concentrate. My textbooks are piled up next to my tax papers and my homework assignments.

Times when it's so frustrating to be unable to explain myself, unable to show why some things are so meaningful. Communication stalled, and nothing I can say will get through. I wonder where exactly it goes wrong, in the words or the voice or something deeper. I am failing to reach you.

It was so beautiful outside today, I should have stayed longer in the sunlight and blue sky full of paper thin clouds, sixty seven degrees, with air moving softly over my face. I can't feel it anymore.

this is a good band

Listening to Lucid Dementia and rememebering Sheldon's stories about working in the state hospital. Wrazor Wrist Grrl is about one the girls he saw there.