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Kicked the razor after clipping dogs. Stomach ow. But I had a good time at Nia's yesterday. An overwhelming sense of everything's-going-to-be-all-right. I was so hyper this morning, I couldn't stop my hands shaking. I played the Pathetique and it came out double-speed and triple-forte. With a bunch of mistakes. But not more than usual. I painted nail polish on a thingy, and splashed a bunch and had to go over it a lot. But it's pretty now. My hands stopped shaking after Mama's pop chorus concert. Now, I'm just as depressed. Even Enya and Simon & Garfunkel couldn't calm me down this morning. Now I'm kind of bleh. Maybe it was the chocolate-covered coffee beans. Grandjo and David both don't really like cats. They think they're stupid. 4
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