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Thursday, Apr. 11, 2002 / 1:39 p.m. ~Nothing In Particular~ I'm home for lunch, but I'm not eating. I'm not hungry. I've been bored since I was on my way in to work. In the car, on the way there, I was bored, said it aloud even. There was an incident at work. I think it got heavy, turned into something more than it seemed. I'll write more later. Why do I dream I have to masturbate? It happens fairly often, it's this thing, this moment, where I duck into a room, a closet, a bathroom, wherever, it'll only take a moment, I'm thinking, but I've got to do this NOW! Why do I dream that? I dreamed it again this morning, I even had an orgasm in the dream, then I went on my way, about my business, other than that business. Why? I must have a real "need" for sex. I wonder if I'll ever have sex again... Oh well. I have to go back to creepy, creepy, boring work. I wish I could stay here with N and G, as G looks up at me like she knows I've just typed her initial. Maybe I'll write from the cube. I already started one entry, but it's political, and some people get all riled up with that... but really it's just Demonstration stories. Cost of the War in Iraq
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