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10:14 pm - September 12, 2004 Popping up, in the background, with no consideration for what else I might be doing. You're not so special. What gives? I don't even know you. I probably wouldn't even like you if I got to know you now. Probably had to invent a decent, bent, twisted sense of humor, for you, too. You are a figment of my imagination, a testimony to the fairy-tale powers of chemical reactions and synapse-firing. Bad penny, you've been gone from my thoughts for a while. Why give me nightmares now? � � |