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Kids Will Be Skeletons.
No blonde hair for me to pick off my sweatshirt tonight. No
hand for me to hold. No clothing for me to smell. Not
because she doesn't want to be here, because she can't. Oh
well. I'll survive one night without. Today was very
uneventful, got a 98% on my jazz/rock improv test. Boy,
that was hard. The only thing keeping me from getting a 100
was I messed up the god damned 9th note in the minor 9th
chord. Damn you, D. I'll survive one night.
Like I said, today was very un-eventful.