And then it stops. I wake up in the middle of the night, seized with the memory of some past dorkilation, convinced that I've (literally or metephorically) pooped the bed. Bleh. Would that I could be manic forever.
Tuesday, June 1, 2004
10:19 AM by Rifan MuazinNo comments
And then it stops. I wake up in the middle of the night, seized with the memory of some past dorkilation, convinced that I've (literally or metephorically) pooped the bed. Bleh. Would that I could be manic forever.
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