Aug. 10th, 2002

Sorry about that previous entry, I spelt David Peter. A little distracted.

I'm dragging my sister out. The house is getting to me. It's like the walls, they're not closing in. They are just there and going "so what?" at me. If this was a noir movie, they'd be smoking unfiltered Camels and dropping the ashes behind my bed. And the sun. For crying out loud, this is the second nice sunny day in a row. I want a monsoon.

Going to change. Going to scream.

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