August 17th, 2005


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Wow. It's nearly 4 am. I think I feel the sun begining to peak over the horizon. I'm watching the Mushroom episode of Cowboy Bebop for a second time tonight. I lead a sad life.

Art Institute visit tomorrow, to find something to write my paper on.


So, my icon has nothing to do with my mood, unless Harry is saying 'Fuck you' to the sun that's slowly appearing. Fuck you, sleep! NYEH!