Wednesday, April 28, 2004

aeroplanes

This is fucking ridiculous. I needed to go to history today.
So now my mom has to drive my crippled ass to british literature, and I feel bad burdening her with this.

What am I doing considering calling you at 9:15/6:15am. I don't know how I got on this kick, but I sat here for a good 10 minutes with your number dialed in, debating. I didn't. it's a good thing too, for your sake and mine. Your day would've been plagued with thoughts of me. Mixing with the wires.

I need ice, tape, ibuprofen, love.

I keep thinking about the chaos theory.

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