Friday, August 27th, 2004 | 13:32
A hand on my face so I don't *Howard Dean*!!!

Holy shit, my eyebrow is spasming like it's going out of style. It's been twenty minutes already. If this goes on for much longer, I think I might go insane.
EDIT: A telephonic conversation I just had:

Hi, are Mr. or Mrs. Colanti´┐Żo home?
Sorry, they're not home at the moment, can I take a message?
No, thanks. It's just cerebral palsy calling. We'll try later. *click*
Duck when your number comes up.

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