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(diaryland) May 15, 2009 - 9:22 a.m.

Hi. I'm actually wearing a dress today. I'm wearing a tasteful ensemble here. Not sure why, as I'm just going to be mostly hanging around in the office by myself today. But it's nice to not look like a homeless guy for once. The problem is, wearing homeless guy clothes is comfy. I can't throw out my jacket that's broken and won't zip up anymore. I can't wash my pants. No, I can't. I can't throw out those stained green canvas shoes. No way. And my beard keeps me warm, and I keep my snacks in it.

I don't really have a beard, but I'm trying.

I got my new glasses yesterday. I put them on, and suddenly I was a midget falling into the floor. The optometrist did warn me I might feel like that for some time.

I need to listen to a new sad song. What is the saddest song to listen to? I need one that sounds like a terribly remote glacier. Suggestions appreciated. Thankyou.




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