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You'd think I'd fucken go ta sleep huh? Yes my bed is calling me. I had something to say before I checked email and dicked around reading other diaries. Oh yeah, it's much harder to ride a bike than it is to walk. Seriously. I dont get it. Maybe it has somethign to do with the enormous hill in the middle of the route so it's literally uphill both ways, and on foot it seems like you dont have to try so hard, also I can cut through the grass and save myself a mile of street and another hill.... I think adjusting the seat and handle bars would help too. Also I havent ridden a bike since I was in 5th grade... ten years old.

The other thing I thought was so important to get down before I lost it in my sleep was that all fucken night I'd think "oh god I cannot possibly do this fucking job every fucking day, what the fuck was I thinking, I can't stand this long, I can't mop this much, I can't possibly wash this many mother fucking dishes...." But I did. And I will again tonight, and the night after and the night after and so on until I get off my lazy fucken ass and finish my mother fucking degree. When I'd catch myself saying "I can't..." I'd flip it and tell myself "You only feel like shit cuz you havent slept, it wont be this bad tonight" or I'd think about what caused me to feel this shitty (physically), and it all started with Jason so that puts a smile on my face (and I did have a new bruise surface yesterday, same as the other two on my knee/leg, the long rectangular bruises, this thrid one is up on my thigh more but is in the same position/direction as the other two. I don't get it, it's like I was hit with something, and I totally dont remember and quite possibly dont want to know). Anyway, I dont know what the confidence kick is but if some cancer dude can show those frogs up six years in a row and some ten wife having as if regular christians werent bad enough he's a fucking mormon can win a million and a half on jeopardy... and if a mother fucking retard, embarassment to our nation AND species can become the pres-o-dent then surely I, Joey, can go to fucking work and deal with my knee hurting, stave off killing myself long enough to fucking finish my degree and take over the world. It should be pretty fucking simple.

It better rain today, I need a break from the heat in order to sleep. Course it'd be much easier to TRY to sleep if I was in my bed, yeah yeah.

I want to unpassword my diary. I know I shouldnt say this, but what REALLY are the chances of me getting in trouble from it? And why do I care about trouble? Have I ever? I usually embrace it, so what's the big deal Joe? Will have to think on this, but suggestions would be welcome.

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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