Sunday, March 13, 2005
The soda machine and my body have formed a conspiracy against me. I fed the machine each and every one of my dollar bills in turn, and it rejected all of them. I don't have enough change to buy a soda that way. Rar. I shall have to stay awake through pure will power and the wonders of ice cold water. Woot.
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