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 Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 10:28 pm
Wake up.
Eat.
Jog three miles.
Go to work.
Stand behind register for nine hours.
Eat.
Go back to work.
Stand behind a register for four hours.
Tell coworkers, "Going to gym".
Go to support group.
Cry.
Confront problem.
Go home.
Stand in front of mirror.
Tell myself "I'm lucky the shrapnel only took the arm".
Shower.
Go over support group's clauses.
"Be happy you didn't die."
Dry off.
Maybe she'll be sexually attracted to me tonight.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:32 am
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I have no words for what that last line did to me.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:02 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 11:31 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 8:38 pm
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