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Friday, October 12, 2007 

Nearsighted

So I wake up today, and before I get down to work I decide to watch a little TV. I can't find my glasses. I always leave them on my bedside table or, at most, at my computer desk. They aren't anywhere. It was funny for five seconds, now it's worrying me, and if I keep not finding them I think I may creep myself out. I wasn't drunk or anything last night, where the hell did I put them?



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