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Four out of seven(Or how I learned to love the atomic bomb)
...written on 2006-03-26, @ 5:30 a.m.
To say that I am not pleased right now would be a huge fucking understatement. I think that rage would be a very appropriate term. That would closely follow up worry and fucking concern. There are a lot of things I don't like doing. Dealing with this shit is one of those things.
The prospect of sleep just went right out the fucking window.