Monday, May 6th, 2002 | 23:56
Cinco Cinco Cinco

I think Paul has caught on that I don't like him. He has started to reciprocate my bicthing (sic).
I have blisters on my toes from running around the gym in my socks.
My great-grandfather died Friday. I had only met him a handfull of times. The funeral is tomorrow, in Montreal. I am trying to be back in town by six p.m.

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