Tuesday, April 9th, 2002 | 9:26
When things don't go as planned, break down in your car.

I wanted to be at in for eight.
I got in at ten to nine.
Traffic as a catalyst.
I went to the music room, but no one was there.
I'm sitting in class, restraining myself.
They are talking abot wrestling. I'm thinking about Susan Lucci.



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