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me = tired, this entry = strange and dumb, my recent penchant for mathematical symbols = slightly annoying I'm so weirdly tired that a couple minutes ago I couldn't remember if I was drunk or not. I'm not. I'm just tired. I walked along the streets tonight... picture this: the mountains black, silhouetted against the bright dark blue sky, the moon low on the other side of the sky, the air cool but warm smelling like hot Ponderosa pines, a spring in my step and fatigue in my head, cars and people going by, a small town calmly bustling on a Friday night. It's the hot Ponderosa pines that I like the most. Yummy. And now I suppose I'll go to bed. p.s. Happy birthday to all the people born on 8-8-88. For some reason I always think of you on this day. I remember when you turned 8. That was neat. Now you're 15. I hope you're not still in that ugly awkward stage, but if you are, tough luck, kid.
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