Wednesday, June 23, 2004

~minutes

I'm up, but I don't know for how long. I woke up with a racing head and gave up after about a half hour of trying to fall back to sleep.

Writing is neato. For example, you (the reader) have no clue that there was 10 minutes between this paragraph and the last one. To you, it just reads... there's a second or so between paragraphs, provided you don't get distracted by someting. It's also neato because all you know about me is what I tell you. For example, you don't know if I'm writing this in a business suit, occasionally staring out an office window, or in my underwear, occasioanlly dragging razor blades down my arms. All you know is what I tell you. Neato.

Thanks for trusting me.

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