February 1st, 2009


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I am drenched with tear while writing this short message to you. It was heartbreaking news to me few previous days when my doctor notified me on complications on my heath condition which he officially made known to me. He further stressed that the complication I had in my human mechanism as a result of a secondary liver cancer which have destroyed all the organs in my body system. According to him, his said that this complication will lead to my imminent death since no medication can alleviate the high system of deformation I am encountering at this point of time in my system.

In the view of the above, I am quest to find a trustworthy and upright individual whom I will entrust the some of $3.5 million USD has lead me to you. The said fund was acquired by me as inheritance from my adopted father who dies as a result of political crisis which erupted among his most political associate and business clique.

I will make available to you all information and officially authorized document which will endorse your claim as the beneficiary to the fund in question in the finance house where the fund was lodged by my adopted father. I have map out the modality on how the fund will be apportion. 35% of the principal amount of the money will be dish out to you while 65% will be allot to any charitable or orphanage home of your preference.

My motive to dispense the funds to a charity and orphanage home was that I grew up as an orphan and do not have any heirs hitherto. further more. I will be looking forward to reading from you.

Sienna Lachlan.

Regardless of the spammish nature, I am rather endeared of the primal sporadic beauty of the prose.
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Earlier tonight while we were shooting some new scenes for Dead Time, I had a monster headache, bordering on a migraine. It wasn't a migraine-- there wasn't the associated sensitivity and nausea-- but it felt more like a really really bad sinus headache or dehydration episode. When my vision started to double, I figured it for a sinus inflammation, and dramatekcv was kind enough to pimp me some ibuprofen, enough to take the sharp edges off.

When I got home, I took one of my stash of pseudoephedrine horse pills (Claritin-D 24, the magic potion), unloaded the filmmaking paraphernalia from Nookie, stowed it, and proceeded to lay down.

Of course, one of the really nifty things about pseudoephedrine is the wow-I'm-so-awake-now nature of it, so I woke up at 1:30 and haven't been back to sleep since. The headache is gone and I can breathe like an Olympic athlete on steroids, but I can't sleep worth a rat's patoot.