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10:24 p.m. - June 17, 2002 Wigged Mormon missionary returned today more prepared than the last time, because he didn't lose his wig. Yes, that's right. A little while ago a fresh pair of missionaries rang the bell and duing our conversation (which didn't lack the theological depth I seek) Missionary B's wig fell off, revealing that bleached platinum hairstyle. Apparently that's a no-no. Not much to write about and in fact there never is, is there? I'm as flat here as I am in real life! My counselor gives me homework. I'm supposed to tell 10 people with the promise that each time, it becomes easier to say. I didn't tell her that I don't have 10 people I trust. Better save that for another time. Drivel. I'm anxious. I'm sad. I'm lonely. Once again, am afraid to go to sleep! Didn't go to sleep last night until 4 and then I was up at 5:30. You might as well eat cardboard than read this crap. At least that has regulatory capabilities.
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