9:10 p.m. - 10/03/02
shit.
I came here to write but the words weren't cooperating, so I tried to call Sara, whose phone stayed busy through three tries. I did manage to throw myself into the early stages of a panic attack though, so I had to gather my breath and come back downstairs to take meds. All day I've had a mild migraine and been heartsick to boot. Tomorrow I need to take three tests, and I think I'd rather put some blades to use, call them postponed. Someone remind me where my choice is in all this. I want things I can't figure out how to have.
Here's to tomorrow morning, when I can up my meds.
chord
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