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September 12, 2003 - 5:48 p.m. Tick tock. Tick tock. Birthday is coming soon. Every year I get...older, but not wiser. I am a dumbass. How could I possibly have thought I could maintain a casual sex relationship with a roommate and still function on a normal level. He got out of work an hour ago. Where the fuck is he? I've lost 10 pounds since I have been here. That kicks ass. Except none of my clothes fit anymore. And I cannot afford new ones. Liz and I are saving money. In October, we are going to take an EMT class. I haven't been in school for a long time. Should get interesting. It is not really what I believe to be my calling, but would be a nice change from pharmacy for a while and still remaining in the medical field. Liz really wants to be an EMT. We have already agreed that it would be fun to learn anatomy and physiology by pinning tags on Dan's body while he is sleeping. That settles it for me. Sign me up. 0 Adorations and Criticisms
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