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Fog. So thick you can't see off the road, and I have the terrible feeling I'm about to smash into something or run off the world. I let someone else drive point, in case that actually happens. Thank God I didn't have to get on the overpass on the way home. I could barely see it when I drove beneath.

Long day. Classes. Gene and I discussed various misanthropic topics, smoking in front of Jester. Drank cherry soda for breakfast. Another day of oranges. Fortunately work was quiet.

The only unpleasantness came before work and it has been dealt with. Don't really feel like talking about it now.

Right now I will eat cookies and watch videos with Melynda. We just came home from Metro and the Draught House. Coffee and beer drinking. Smoking too many cigarettes. I think I might have a cold, my throat aches.

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Asleep, I kept trying to cover my arms because of the cuts in the dream. When I woke up, there was nothing except for a little blood on my shirt. Perhaps I scratched my face in my sleep. Perhaps I knew it was coming.

Karen didn't pay her rent. I recieved a notice from the office requesting $509 by 6pm, going up each day after. At first, I hoped it was a mistake. Now I know better.

Melynda's rage is icy calm, far scarier in the long run. I am the fiery one, breaking glasses on the balcony to calm myself down. I picked up my prescription and some groceries, forcing myself to be a normal person. Now I'm sitting here wondering if I should continue to be an adult and just start the claims court paperwork, or if I should find her and commence beating her face into the pavement. Right now, right now.