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Saturday, November 10

t.o.w. the compulsive addictive

Sometimes I wonder if I have a disorder.

A compulsion for everything to be perfect, to win always and to accomodate no one.

There's a term for this.

I have no mood to blog anymore.

This makes this post less than perfect, hardly a winner and definitely offers no form of accomodation.

I think I need sleep.

Dinner?

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 1:32 PM