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I stayed up late again last night. Oh well, spring break starts Thursday. Egg-on-a-roll-with-cheese today, and tea. I'm not listening to Hedwig today (yes, gasp). I got a cleaning CD for my CD player, and it plays all CDs except Hedwig now. I dunno why. So if I wanna hear Hedwig, I have to use Daddy's CD player. For now, I'm listening to Bowie. I don't feel like looking around the trean, so I read Catch-22 by Jospeh Heller. I'm only on page 50, and I already love the book. It's so Vonnegut-ish. (That's my standard for books: how Vonnegut-ish they are.) There are so many people around me, and I can't see the stops. Buty there's Atlantic Ave and I get up to switch trains. A tall person blocks my way, and I have to squirm around him to get out.
Byebyes.
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