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Anna_Began I feel collapsable tonight. Because when I'm not missing anyone I don't know how to breathe. I am in the middle of an on-going conversation with him waiting for you, although he has no idea I'm waiting for anything besides him to get home, and I'm not even sure he thinks I'm waiting for that anymore. I keep wandering into the other room to warm up by the fire even though it was spring today and I prowl around the kitchen but nothing has less than 15 calories besides the pickles I've run out of a desire for. I lit a candle hoping that long-remembered scent might lend me some gravity. I know I'll have to throw away the daisies tomorrow and drive in the wrong direction and spend the dawning parts of the following morning in some semblance of delicious ectasy and yet I just can't get a grip on anything tonight. My back is starting to burn right across the shoulder blades and my eyes feel gritty and like they want to push their way out of the sockets. This is not the kind of night that should bleed into only three hours of sleep, but it looks like it's going to. 030313
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birdmad finds me on the downhill slope of week, careening towards friday like a car without brakes.

and whenever i feel this way, friday ain't nothing but a brick wall and all i can do is feel the chep thrill of the whole downward rush to the crash 		030313
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