Monday, May 20th, 2002 | 17:35
Honest am I. (Use the forks.)

I drove my sister to the gym and then kept on going. I got back an hour and a half later, my voice raspy from singing Matthew Good too loud but otherwise content.
A lot of what I write here is depressing. However, I am not depressed all the time.
I am not having a bad day.

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