2003-07-04 / 4:38 p.m.

Um, no, thank you. Outside on roads with other people sky all technicolor and smokey and loud when I've already got gooey eyes and a headache and a fever? No.

It's not that I didn't want to go; it's that I feel like shit and I'd rather feel sorry for myself by myself. Plus, time all alone... now when did that happen last?

I'm going back to bed.

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