Drivel that cannot fit in a single panel comic.

Friday, December 30, 2005

I have a cold. I ran this morning, anyway.

I'm too wired to sleep and too physically tired to do something productive. I have just enough energy to type.

I can type but I have nothing to say.

I hate this state of being.

Temporary, but it still sucks.

Why do they make the pill packs so difficult to open?

Why do birds suddenly appear every time you come near?

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