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8:03 p.m. - September 11, 2002 Today met the mayors of both San Francisco and Oakland. First for Willie, third for Jerry. Whoo hoo. Was told by another interpreter that I am beautiful to watch. Compliements make me uneasy. Somewhat of a breakthrough session this morning. I'm not very happy though I'm not unhappy. Tonight I desire chocolate chip ice cream but twice in a week is a no-go. Bathsheba's hurt because I don't take an interest in her life. Rob is hurt that I don't take an interest in his. TJ wonders why I'm unfriendly. You probably don't notice because I keep to myself anyways. Anomie and I can't even write. Scratch that--notice scratch, instead of Delete, Mr. Madrigle--there's much to write but it's a sorry song with lyrics trite so isn't it better nobody has a quarter for the jukebox? I feel like yelling. I just did. My mind is roiling and where's the Dramamine? I'm going to the store to get some ice cream. And grapes. And Odwalla. Something's wrong.
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