2001-05-03 :: 2:11 p.m.

Okay, now I am beginning to freak out. I really, really, really, want my computer back. Without damage, dear God. I really want my stuff back, like now. Instantly. I can't imagine having to painstakingly recreate all my work. All my words. Oh this is just so dumb. What a waste. I hope this is not a sign. I don't want these kinds of signs in my life.

Wings were a really repulsive band. With repulsive hair.

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