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narcolepsy?
I fell asleep on the couch. Again. Yesterday it was my roommates' floor. Both for an obscenely long time, considering the circumstances. I'm told no one has the heart to wake my poor, tired little insomniac body from wherever I happen to crash. I am infamously awake. ![]() FIN. 11:52 p.m., Wednesday, May. 03, 2006 |
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