today is a crap day. not because it was a bad day. not because steph can’t go to the show tomorrow. but because that is how i feel. like poop. brown, hard poop. i woke up with a sore throat. went to work. got sent home for being sick. they must have made it somehow. i am really happy with the people i work with. i came home and slept until 4 or so. and i am still tired. tomorrow is the nutcracker. as i said, steph cancled, so i called nicole. she has to work. i hope she can get off early. if not i’ll take my sister. not that i don’t want to, but if you had the option of taking a relitive over a beautiful member of the opposite sex, i would like to think the family would understand. my skin is super sensitive. my hearing is magnified. my thoughts are dull. my speach is muted. i watched vh1’s “behind the music: the last days of john lennon.” it was sad. i cried for about 5 minutes after mark david chapman shot the visionary. he was 40 years and 21 days older than me. he was shot 39 days after i was born. all because of a remark he said 13 years earlier. poor rock star.

adam.

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