Poop, again.
written on Friday, May. 16, 2003 at 3:10 AM

And as the tiredness sets in, I come to a realization:

I would have to have about six drinks in me to ever get up on a stage in front of people and dance. Because I can't. Dance, that is. Not drink six drinks.

And that's it.

I'm tired.

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