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Location: Home.
Listening: "Between Me And You" by Ja Rule and Christina Millian.

So I've realized something very sobering--well, for me, anyway.

I have no guilty pleasures. No secrets, nothing to hide. Sometimes I realize what a big part of my life such things used to be--and I miss it. Seems like everyone I know has something that they keep completely to themselves, but me. Is there such a thing as being too open with the world? Maybe. Does one lose part of one's identity when one holds oneself to a higher standard? Maybe. Asking a lot of questions tonight and not coming up with substantial answers. Does everyone need something like that to feel whole--to feel like they and only they have complete ownership of something? If so, am I different somehow--or do I just want to be? What is it about getting away with something that is so damn attractive--a sense of accomplishment or just the adrenaline? What the hell am I chafing against these days? And why do I feel so boring? And do I think that this would make me feel less so? Weighty stuff, this.

Of course, I feel like hell warmed over, so that might have something to do with it. There's something going around at work, and I'm feverish with a lot of tightness in my chest. Chills. Coughing a bit as well. Ick.