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March 25, 2009
This is the latest I've been up in a long time. I finished the last Jaclyn Moriarty book today. I wish it was arsenic poisoning. I wish I had a better excuse than what I have, which isn't anything, really. I don't have an excuse. It's just not getting done; not anything. I don't know. Maybe it's just me - in fact, it is just me, because there's no way in hell that I somehow managed to get arsenic poisoning, okay?

Okay.

Now I'm going to start reading The Average American Male, and then The Mothman Prophecies, okay?

Okay.

Goodnight.