August 18th, 2002 - 12:12 a.m.

A choke in the throat.

Praying for a pause button. Such a product of the video generation. Need a break. Need a breath.

A "leave me alone, completely alone" state, but a continual coup d'etat.

Thus begins the downfall?

Cross your fingers behind your back, look up at the sky, and give us a kiss.

No. Never mind. Think sleep is best. See you tomorrow.

N.

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