I can tell the colors I chose for this diary are going to get old real quick. (Why do I get so bored so easily? I read once that only boring people get bored. No wonder I hate myself.) I don't know why I'm not sleeping. It's not even the pain. I just didn't go to sleep yet. Soon. Soon I will sleep. I can't believe I told John to call me tomorrow, *again*. I feel bad for that. I can see and talk to Pat almost whenever the hell I want and I told *John* to call me back. Terrible hexes on me. At least I'll get a call tomorrow. I think he was mad but tried not to show it. I don't blame him. Sex movies on Showtime... It creeps me out to think about how many losers are spanking it to this movie at this very moment. Ugh, I hate my thoughts at times. I can't believe I'm actually doing the whole online diary thing. I figure it's worth a try. Might be fun. And everyone can read all the strangeness in my head...then argue with me about it later. Whoooopeee.

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