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i am going to work tomorrow. That is all there is to it. i imagine there is a truck load of papers on my desk. It does not thrill me. My voice isn't back 100% and i'm afraid it will go back down after a day of talking. i'm afraid it will go away or change forever.

My life has been so boring lately. i can't even make up a story about it. i've been sick. i've been voiceless. i have been in a bitchy mood because of these things.