junk.

today i feel, look, sound like junk. my voice is scratchy for some reason, my face is dry and peely, and i would much rather be buried in the piles and piles of blankets that keep my bed company.

i went to nh yesterday, and bought some cute shirts at old navy. i also got a new mouse pad to replace the one that i melted in my deskfire. it says "capricorn" on it.

last night i fell asleep watching "bill & ted's excellent adventure." i forgot that there was anyone else there, i am such bad company sometimes.

today portland seems quiet and awkward. it's unexplainable.

i have nothing to write.

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