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Ever notice when you're sick that everything around you goes to hell? It's a recipe for domestic discordance that only the dark lord Xylegork could match when his reign of terror strikes in 2054.

I mean.. stuff.

But honestly, I'm still mostly covered in xmas fallout here. Yeah, that's pretty sad, I know. An orchard of Terry's chocolate oranges, enough beer caps to make one of those mondo-chintzy beer cap fences and boxes and sales receipts galore.

And do I have the disposition or desire to remedy this organization terror? Fuck no! So here I am, destine to wallow in my own filth until my body fights off whatever intruder that's decided to invade it's space. Hopefully this is sooner rather than later.

Tomorrow I face the guidance cousellor. I gotta spill my guts in front of him to convince them I'm worthy of an education. I mean, truth be told, I was a lazy bastard for a while. No amount of rationalization can cover that fact up. Here's hoping eh?

Wish me luck.

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Just tell them you're clinically depressed.