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2004-11-30 - 9:20 a.m.
Sometimes I'm not quite sure where the depression, melancholy, and teary eyes come from. Listening to cheesy classic (is that an oxymoron?) pop songs on the stereo on the way to work (late again) certainly doesn't help.
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around /
Ok, ok, I know. Trite.
In any case, now that I'm droning away in the nice, neutral-fabric-covered cubicle, I'm feeling so much better. Nary an emotion penetrates this niche.
Maybe the Effexor just kicked in...
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