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Wednesday, October 22, 2003

Chris has discovered a new way to raise funds for drama. We're going to put me on display as the Middleboro Genetic Freak. Catchy, eh? I'll bend my elbow backwards and skew my fingers at odd angles...show of my attached and detached earlobes. Oh yeah Chris. Posse forever.

Physics was far less abusing today, mainly because Heahter was so engrossed in her extra-credit limeric. Poetry, the ultimate saving grace. Except tonight, actually, when I for once cannot think of anything to write, and I am scouring my files to find an appropriate poem to insert into my writer's notebook. Hmmm... better get to work. Night.


ash @ 9:49 PM