2006-08-24 - 6:10 p.m.

It's gone. I cackhandedly press one button and it's gone. All my hard work. The one thing I was counting on achieving today. The best diary entry ever. Gone. I shouted out "Fuck" and hit the wall. All that hard work. Gone. That search for the perfect simile. Gone. That'll learn me for not getting dressed sooner. When stuff like this happens I imagine some being up there laughing at me. I'm that important. When shitty stuff happens to me, there's some greater force at work.

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