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Sunday, January 4, 2004
Sleep Thee Who Art Awake.
Sleep time.
I've decided not to vote in the awards. Who knows why--I just want Shy, or whoever takes this personally, to know that it's nothing to do with them. I just don't feel that I'm all-knowledgable of who is the best of whatever at OB. I don't think anyone does, really, but I just don't feel like voting, lol.
Hm. We'll see if I get writer of the year this year. I think Solo deserves it more. And anyway, it's just awards: it's a popularity contest, in some fashion, anyway. I'm not in knots about it at all.
I need to get a job. I need to get a job. I need to get a job. I need ned get a job.
Bleh. Bleh. Bleh. Bleh.
Tomorrow is the last day of freedom. Then it's back to school.
Okay, I'm going to sleep. At least then I won't have to worry about anything. Yay for sleep.
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