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November 03, 2004

I broke my collar bone when I was 5. I don't remember what happened. I mean, I KNOW what happened, but I don't remember it happening. I was hanging upside down on the monkey bars and my legs slipped. I had to wear a brace. My mom helped me take baths.

I used to be scared to take showers. I didn't like the idea of water hitting my head. Occasionally I still am afraid of showers. But that's only if I'm feeling so ill that I can't stand to be naked in front of anyone--especially in front of myself.

There's not much going on. I mean, there ALWAYS is, but nothing to write about really. I was tired of being here, so I randomly went to Scotland. Cleaned the crevices of my cortex. Came back.

Feeling vaguely nostalgic for something, but can't seem to remember what. Fingers flit over this and that.

It's raining.

I like it.