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So, I ended up going into work last night. When I got there I told him I hadn't slept for 30 hours, or been able to keep food down for 24. I said I didn't want to call in because it was only my second week, but he said it was ok, and told me to go home and get some rest.
I walked out, and my head was such a mess that I couldn't find my own damn car. I walked by it twice, no joke.
I'm no longer having all these physiological effects, but I still feel like my head is a bit of a mess. I was able to sleep last night, that was good.
I'm still not really sure how to handle it. I've tried making myself angry at her, then I get sad. I tried blocking her and cutting off communication, but found myself wanting to talk to her.
I've been spending the last couple hours trying to destroy everything she ever gave me. I don't know why, but it's not just enough for me to get rid of them. I need to destroy them. I already burned a necklace she made me, and some pictures. I'm having trouble with this ring though. It's really solid.
I think I'm gonna try to watch a movie, get my mind off it.
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I think Pringles initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles is a laid back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut em up." -Mitch Hedberg, '68-'05
Bauer's the man.
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