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Wednesday, August 27, 2003
The hour turned into four... Damn damn damn. Cigarettes: 2; Potato Chips: 80 effing grams; Work done: Yes, yes, yes!!!! Ate chicken, again. Nowhere else to go here at this time of night. Meanwhile, HE is forcing me to eat more potatochips -- as if I needed fattening up. HE says for me to log out now so I will. Fine! More to go, tomorrow. Ouch. |
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