April 20th, 2005


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Called in sick to work today, because calling in depressed probably won't cut it.

Wondering if this from one year ago has anything to do with it, or if that's just feeding something else.

I'm going to take some medication and crawl back into bed. When I wake up, I will clean and pack and try to forget and to look forward to what comes. But right now all I want to do is crawl into a hole until it all goes away.

I'll be fine. It's transitory.

And happy spark a bud day.