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I had this done this morning but the computer fucked up when I clicked "submit", had to ctrl+alt+dlt and it said that diaryland (explorer) was not responding.... I had my important disability determination meeting this am and was typing up a poem of mine, my favorite of mine, one of the ones with the most meaning I think, one of the better ones... to help me settle down cuz Ive been really fucking nervous (and I dont think I did too well btw)

the bg info on the poem is as follows: spring break 94 I was staying at Idiot Boy, a columbus coffeehouse (shut down when raided by cops in 96, meth lab in basement). That was the original version, which was really just notes, a rant that I wrote down on some napkins. That was before Kurt died. Then in early June I was back there and I got the poem in its first version, my favorite one. In 98 for a philosophy class I had to write about why I thought people had social interaction and I turned in another version of the poem. I cant find the first one, the notebook may be in some boxes I have in my aunt's basement, THAT aunt so yeah... wont be making any trips over there and time soon. I'm gonna try to rework the version i have back into the one I like. if that makes any sense. essentially the parts in parenthesis are the parts I took out when I turned it in for the philo class, but they are the most important, IMO. gonna give the poem its own entry. OH after the comp fucked this AM I went fucking ape.... didnt calm down till almost an hour later and my bp was still way fucking high when they took it for the exam crap, my bp is usually surprisingly low but today it was 142/100 yeah holy shit, it wasnt even that high when I was detoxing in rehab back in november....

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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