Thursday, January 8th, 2004 | 16:45
The more time spent unconscious, the better.

Just a long. Fucking. Day.
Nothing particularly traumatic.
No breakfast as usual but strangely hungry and cold all day. Two tests in the morning. A two hour State of the Crew discussiondebate. Traffic. It's all cumulative.

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