Thursday, June 09, 2005


Dear Diary,

The house is quiet and I am sitting in the dim behind the shades. Everything is coming together in the house and I am sore from it all. I dreamt I was in a building collapse and my body ached from it. I'm still sore now that I'm awake, but I'm so glad I don't really have to live in a department store.

Don't expect this to become any more interesting in the future. I think that would be too much pressure and I would abandon you.



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