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Saturday, May 03, 2003

Had a horrible nightmare last night involving a car crash and then gunshots and woke up after seeing the "face of death" from the right side of my vision. Woke up suddenly with a sore back, wrote it all down in snapshots, would've been inpossibly long to have written full length in the state I was in. When I did wake up I heard a door shit somewhere, could've been my apartment or, more likely, the one next store. I've been here alone, Erica went to New Orleans for the Jazz Festival with her parents.

Been depressed. On my way to work.

This morning's playlist:

Catatonia "So Incomplete It Hurts" (my B-sides collection)
Badly Drawn Boy "Have You Fed The Fish?"