Sunday, October 2, 2011
Nothing is broken; nothing got broken.
It's 9am and I'm awake in the morning. I'm crisply folded and fully assembled. What a novel idea.
I threatened to throw my head through a wall. Only half serious; taken half seriously. I went out with some friends and nothing got broken.
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