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2002-03-16 - 5:43 p.m. Heh, everyone should come drunk the first night of the play. That would be fun. To watch, I mean. I swear. Apparently, I'm weak-willed and my breasts ripened in seven hours. The inside of my nose is dry and it hurts. Anyone know what to do for that? I have to attempt to read The Scarlet Letter. Again. Someone shoot me. Oh, yes, and this does mean that I'm still in the play. I was kind of guilt-tripped into staying, but I'm in. I have these pimples on the hairline on the back of my neck and they hurt. Hurt hurt hurt. Lots of things are hurting, it seems... My goodness, I love this shirt with the frills and the the huge floofed cuffthings. I call it my Trelane shirt, even though it's not quite up to what the Squire would wear. I think my goal with my plants is to have all the walls covered with ivy. That would be really, really, really cool. At their current rate of growth, this will take about 900 years, but it's worth the wait.
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