So, no matter how hard I try to go to bed early, I always end up staying up until 11 or 12 at night... and yet I alway miss seeing my boyfriend Jon Stewart and I rarely get anything productive done. Is there some sort of time monster following me around, eating all my hours away, killing me slowly through exhaustion?
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
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It is called life. Coffee helps.
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