Monday, July 28, 2003
Whenever I see two people kiss, hug or exhibit any sort of romantic affection, I feel more sad that I ever have before.

I am very much reminded of why I don't eat leftovers; I get sick. Reheated homemade clam chowder is not good to eat. Little Miss Iron Stomach has faltered.

I may call in I'm still feeling like this.
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