Saturday, April 3rd, 2004 | 17:08
How often are you there?

I feel like, for some at least, I've just come down from the mountain. I am a king walking the streets of the market, understanding my people.
Slept in today, though it really wasn't a conscious decision.
Pun definitely intended.
I am not nearly as level-headed as I look on tv. The camera adds ten years.
My shoulder still hurts, but it is relatively mobile.
The time in the box says 15:40 but it's five o'clock now. I intended to write but ended up adequately conversing with other beings.
whispers of a poltergeist

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