Feb. 06, 2005 - 8:37 a.m.

Things are moving and changing at a rate that has proven to be almost unbearable for me to keep up with. Ive been overestimating my tolerance for things like beer and pills, forgetting that I dont really do that much anymore becasue of early work hours annnnnd I have started sleepwalking bad to boot. For some reason though, even if I say not so pleasant things to her, she still ends up being the one my subconscious makes me call when I pick the phone up when I am not in my right mind. I wonder why, because the last thing I wanna do is say things to hurt her when I get too messed up. I am keeping a much closer eye on that too, I dont like not being in control of myself. anyway everyone in the house is hungover but me so I am gonna go nurse whiny dykes back to health before the Superbowl. tata

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