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Jan. 20th, 2004 06:18 amWhat the fuck? I think I'm calling in sick to work today, because I got just about no sleep. It's 6:18 in the a.m. right now, and I've been up for A WHILE.
Martin sent a friend of his to knock on my door, at, like, 4:00, or somewhere just before then. Don't know what he thought he'd accomplish from doing that, but it creeped me out.
He's really starting to get to me. So much so that I'm thinking about going back to California, but, I don't really want to do that.
Martin sent a friend of his to knock on my door, at, like, 4:00, or somewhere just before then. Don't know what he thought he'd accomplish from doing that, but it creeped me out.
He's really starting to get to me. So much so that I'm thinking about going back to California, but, I don't really want to do that.
