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Thursday, September 30, 2004

The License Plate Game (Revised)

Gwen: (reading the liscense plate on the car in front of hers at a stoplight) "'Maine: Vacationland.' All right - let's be honest with ourselves here - that's like saying 'Conneticut: Bikiniland' or 'Virginia: Land of Opportunity.'"
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ANYWAY, I've been stricken with the odd phenomenon I've dubbed "selective insomnia": the inability to fall asleep except for when I really don't want to/shouldn't fall asleep (i.e. when STUDYING so I don't FAIL my exam that's in FIVE HOURS). Fuckaduck.

In unrelated news, my old comfy jeans have ripped in yet another new and exciting place (just below one of the previously-patched tears near the left ass-pocket). I fear I may soon be forced to retire said jeans. It will be a sad day indeed.

Okay, screw this crap. I'm gonna try to sleep again. Maybe if I pretend to study, I can trick my body into boring itself to sleep.

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