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[threeplusfire]

Strange day. Full of weird, random thought.

Having lots of distressing thoughts about my body. Sometimes I am almost convinced that I'm pretty, and sometimes I wonder how I can leave the house.

The equations on the board all run together, and I don't understand any of it.

No birthday cards, except for the one signed by my coworkers. Odd.

I wish it would just storm. Hail, lightning, tornado, rain. Give it up.

Should be writing something more constructive.

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[day.livejournal.com]

I acutally have a card for you sitting on my desk, but then I realized I don't have your new address. So I've been waiting for the card to spontaneously address itself to you. In lieu of that you should email me your address (lamb3@Hotmail.com)