2003-01-04 - 3:15 a.m.

she's sick with it

we both are i guess. sick with it and pushing it away. he puts the "so" in "soma" for her.

wait stop for a minute. this piano part at the end of marx and engels. it makes me want to forget. and i will.

lee came home today. sus and i went to pick her up at the airport. i hugged her like a banshee. i missed her. my stomach hurts.

Ccookie. i owe someone baked goods. for sure. so tech, eh.

baah