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There's a lot I really wanna just pour out. But I can't.

I'm tired. Confused. Don't know what I can do.

There's so much I just wanna say to a few different people. But even if I wanted to nothing would come out right. Or it wouldn't come out at all.

I used to be able to do this really well. I could articulate exactly what was on my mind at any given time.

Now I've reached this ridiculously complicated crux and I can't even feed anything to myself.

It's not fair.

It's the last fair deal gone down

I finished that book and learned absolutely nothing from it. It was a nice book with a lot of romance and some guy who kept fucking up, but ultimately it was just boring and now I'm struggling to finish a paper on it that really I could care less about. It was a lot easier when I could just write about Mao and get away with knowing what I already knew before.

I'm glad the Red Sox won. I needed baseball, and things unfolded nicely. Good comeback win and a good game for Manny (being Manny).

Friday I'll be in Southern California going to Universal Studios and Disneyland. Yee-yawwwwww.

If you cry about a nickel, you'll die for a dime
She wouldn't cry, but the money won't mine
-Robert Johnson