Secret Pop

Oct 23, 2002


Wireless LAN lets me peck away at the keys while reclining in my bed. It is both a luxury and a curse. And it's murder on my posture.

Whether it's saving or a cheeseburger or a pat on the back, I need something. That much is clear. Tonight, I shall go without. But there's still time. Not all of my smiles are false.

I am sore and bruised and tired. It dampens my mood.

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