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Journal Entry


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Couldn’t knock myself out.  Tried four times.  Only got a splitting headache.  I couldn’t tell Sabrina I loved her.  She was worried, though.  She 3-wayed on the phone with me and Erica, so I couldn’t tell her then.  Mr. Stevens told me a way to knock myself out, but he says it could cause a chemical imbalance in my brain.  Scary.  He did say that the drugs they use in surgery slow down your metabolism and knock you unconscious without the chemical imbalance.  Hypnotism would work also.  Those are my “safe” options.  I still could go insane.  Maybe I am.  I doubt it.

Susan hit me with a stick on the cross-country trail at school which left a gash on my arm.  I spoke to Bill about it.  I told him to talk to Susan about it.  He said nothing.



Author: mitcharf

vegan, curmudgeon, animal lover, feminist, agnostic, cat whisperer, bookworm, hermit, Red Sox fan, Cthulhu enthusiast, softball player, man-about-town

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