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Ow ow ow ow ow. I hurt. And I stayed in bed all day and didn't go to any of the things I meant to go to and I hurt, dammit, and I have all this fucking work to do and my room's a mess and and and... Ow.

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Oh fuck ow. It's not bad, but I can't sleep, and I can't think, and I don't know how to make it fucking stop, and I want to hit things but that would be actively inconsiderate of me. I can't fucking concentrate I don't fucking want to I want it all to stop I want a fucking sedative I do'nt know what I want but I ain't getting it. I want a silent computer. I want a brain. I want out. I want out. I want out.

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Oh, huzzah. Drugs started working, and DVD-distraction, and it turns out turning my chair backards and straddling is happy-making for my back but not for my pyjama bottoms. They ripped down one side of the arse. I like these ones, too. They have clouds on.