_________________ Monday11 February 2002
8 01 pm pst [ so familiar ]
So familiar now, this hospital hall.
So familiar and yet so eerie, empty at night.
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Rachel's Daily Diary
I cannot stand the feeling in the pit of my belly when I know I have messed up.
People who don't get sick very often learn to feel invested in their health.
So you're alone with this presumably attractive female when she asks if she can file and buff your finger nails.
But tonight I'm a bit giddy because I found exactly what I wanted.
