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I really should make cookies.

I'm awfully tired, though, been tired all day.

Maybe I'll do it tomorrow when I get up, maybe.

(But a double maybe is probably not a good sign.)

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Holy fuck.

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OK, I'm definitely not making cookies this weekend.

I've finally found something to get me to stop listening to MCR.

And my right hand keeps shaking, and I feel kinda like I'm gonna throw up. I've never been this nerved up in my life. But it's a good kind of nervous, somehow. Like, my brain keeps bouncing between happy and scared and nervous and flattered and shocked and giddy. Maybe it's that bouncing that's making me queasy.

Maybe there's hope for me yet, hm? Who knew?

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Y'know, the more I think about things, the better I feel.

I don't want to get my hopes up... but I don't want to hold myself back, either.

All I know is that I've had almost nothing else on my mind all day.

Things might just be looking up. Maybe, just maybe, 2005 is going to be my year.