Nov 19, 2004

Room 5 in the math building smells weird. Like a wilting beard. If only online dating sites could find me a match I could light. I just realized that I am a poet who had no idea that he was one. Yeah, well you can tell Shelley her discombobulated onion is due by the fifth spongecake.

Don't mind me; pre-THanksgiving stress. It'll be worse just before winter break.

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