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no solace in anthony lane
// 2002-12-09
i retreated to the floor of the bathroom, frustrated by my inability to comprehend anything about molecular orbitals and my panic over the fact that my final begins in under 12 hours. i read old movie reviews from an october issue of the new yorker, stared at my toes, and weighed myself a few times on the healthometer. no change in weight in a period of 10 minutes.
sorry, but this is a frustration that tickling, sex, and tantrums simply can't fix. |
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