My unwashed thoughts.
Straight from the soul.
Not nessasarily based on reality.
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Published Tuesday, July 06, 2004 by Neil.
Day 3 and I want to scream!
Every joint in my body is stiff and has a deep ache to it. Every muscle in my body twitches and is weak to the point of not holding me up.
But somehow I am not doing enough?
Somehow the reason the house is a disaster is because I do not pick up anything.
I want to smoke very badly, but I won't. It gives to much power against me.
I won't let it win.
I can't.
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