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October 13, 2005 - 12:58 Yesterday was raw. With myself nothing was sacred, and my self-slander was unusually ruthless. After work, coming up the stairs, I fell on my broken wrist very hard. But pathetically, this won my sympathy. "Tenderly now, 1 percocet and a bath. I've got Automatic for the People, Everbody Hurts on repeat. Look who I found, your Guiford monkey. Yes put your head there, sleep it out." It was primal survival.
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