. . .You know that feeling of futile resistence? No matter how hard you try, you just can't fight off those probing digits or offensive caresses. Either my roommate just molested me in my sleep or a spider crawled by my neck and face, cuz I woke up with the feeling that I was trying to move something from my epidermis that was persistent. But I didn't wake up in a cold sweat or anything; I can still feel the moisturizer I put on before going to bed.
. . .And since I've only gotten a few hours' sleep, I think I should rest up... ... in the afternoon. Kinda hungry now.
2005/01/11
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