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Good mourning or afternoon! I'm @ the PC commons @ Cal State Bakersfield cuz Anna hasn't fixed her computer yett. That's y I had 2 bike here, w/o any coffee, 2 this campus. It's 11:11 AM as I listen to "Girl Next Door" by Paul Wall on "Rick Dees & the Weekly Top 40." It debuts this week. & it's 76? outside but colder inside. It could explain one of the reasons y I'm jittery after a knutritious brakefest.

It's 1115 hrs as I just gotten a email from Dawn. & it's been a day since I've been told by the man who runnz the frozen yogurt shoppe that I can't hang around there no more. I was heartbroken yett again. My mother was very helpful enuff 2 chill me out (& give me more meds).

I'm still hurting, if not medic8d. (Thanks, Zoloft.) As an Kelly Clarkson appears on the countdown, I realise that I should gett outta here. I need more protein.

So this shall b the last song I'll listen 2 b4 I bust on back home for lunch. There's pork chopps & a peace o'fish from Long John Silvers aw8n' me. & my parents & Anna r on there weigh 2 A-1? Jasmyn's friend's weeding.

I feel so depleted & drained. I'm the last person in the world w/o a cell phone. My iPod's battery's dead. Rick Dees, Ryan Seacrest, Bonnie Bernstein, & "SportsCenter" ain't on the airwaves from where I live. & I'm 27 years old & haven't accomplished much. It's 1123 hours.

Well, as "Because of You" wraps up, I'll read Dawn's email. I wish I can forget about the last coupla' tumultuous weaks. Only Dr. Urias can listen & understand. (Well, maybe the former is plausible.)

It's 2:21 PM in Albany & Atalanta; I gotta go back home.