January 13th, 2002

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Tired. I should be studying my driving manual for my written test tomorrow. It's the last day I can try to swindle my way out of suspension before my traffic court on Tuesday. Yet there is this weekend looming over me like so much.. um. Whatever it is that looms. There is no way to describe Saturday other than to say it sucked harder than Mount Kimo-sucky on the suckiest day of it's existance if it had an electrified sucking machine. I'm drained and I don't know what else to say. There were a million things screaming to get out for the last 3 days. Then I take the 4 hour drive home, mistakenly stop at K-Mart to attempt to grab a microwave, and now all of my braincells are sapped completely. I can't look at the book. I can't remember what I wanted to say or how to stop feeling so pointless and limp.
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