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Friday, January 25th, 2002

Contrary to popular belief, I did not kill myself on Tuesday. In fact, other than a twisted ankle and a cold sore, I am in perfectly good health. Thanks for asking.

I'm going home this weekend. To do what, I cannot yet say. Prying eyes and all that. I can't tell you what I've been spending my free time doing either. Stupid widely-read journal thingie. You can't confess any secrets here.

I can tell you one thing, though: I will no longer be living in a box (as some of you who have called me this past week might have feared). No, I will be living with some of the girls from Morris. And we've already signed our lease. So everything's fixed up for next term. Yay.

Anyway, I should pack... something... Maybe I'll be more up to posting next week, when I'm not rushing around every night or having mental breakdowns every hour.

But I won't leave you with nothing good today! How about this:

Lyric of the day: "Understand we'll go hand in hand / But we walk alone in fear / (tell me) Where do we go from here?"

Yeah, I know. You hated that. Well, it amuses me, so you can just stuff it, mister.

But if you're really in need of some fun, I suggest you go see Greg. He's much better at this than me. Though, you know, he spends all day on his.