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tuesday, august 11, 1998, 00:24 how ridiculous is it now that i resort to laying this bag of frozen corn over my arm to keep it from hurting. and to think that i didn't do all too much bad stuff to it lately. and to think i thought i was taking care of it. i should have someone looking at me right now to see what i'm doing wrong in terms of posture and whatnot. i'm falling apart here. but at least i've got a week coming away from this torture device. a week, with the family, on one of those big boats, with a whole lot of water and touristy things to do. it'll be nice to get away before this whole insanity which i call my life starts up again. and time to get away from work. not that work isn't fun. it's just that every once in a while i stop caring about the people there. stop caring, because it's pretty easy to stop caring when i feel like i'm back in elementary school, getting shit thrown at me and people seeing me just as the little kid to pick on. does it look like i need this right now? right.
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