Wednesday, August 08, 2001

After inhaling God knows what into my lungs, walking up white-hot stairs into thousand degree rooms, and surveying a highly hazardous roof (including CO and fall risks), I come back to find out that I’ve been pinned between two friends. This is not what I really need right now. I’m still spitting coal and solvents from the back of my throat from this morning, I really don’t need another thing to worry about. If it wasn’t today, if I wasn’t covered in smut and I didn’t smell like SO2 (Sulfur Dioxide), I probably wouldn’t give a shiznit. But, JoFish19 please, please don’t bring me into this; I am not siding with anyone. And I’m not saying anything further about it.

::Sigh:: I can’t talk about anything else. Anything Else is too inconsistent and just odd.

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