Have you ever felt haunted by a living ghost? Someone whose presence you feel suddenly, several times, over the course of a day? Whose face you see when you close your eyes at night?
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Not that this diary is an indication of either, but I am well-educated and have a fairly decent IQ. Lately, however, I find myself blithley typing away here -- all mispellings and grammatical abominations -- and...I. don't.care. I rarely even check for errors before I hit the "done" button. I, rebel.
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And I'm starving this morning.
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And you know I will eat burnt toast and tea for breakfast.
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And the burnt toast will be eaten off my favorite burnt-toast-eating plate.
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