BAH!
...what if I'm just someone else's delusion?  Maybe I'm tangible because I'm such a greatly well-made delusion that everyone else has to believe I exist, thereby lending to me some kind of substance...

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BAH!
...gads, Starship sucked in the 80s...and to think I actually owned this album in the first place...chalk it up to being young and too stupid to think that Top 40 radio didn't dictate my listening preferences...Praise GOD for metal...

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BAH!
...I have the Sirius at work tuned to the Big 80s station, and am now weeping openly for my lost childhood...

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BAH!
...Summer Solstice, longest day of the year...which means once I power through this day, they'll start getting shorter again...yippy...

...oh, and four days until the start of my week-long vacation...double yippy...

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It's happening again. The bite I sustained is starting to itch and fester, causing the hunger to boil over. No one suspects, and no one is safe. So far, I have been able to sedate this unnatural hunger; but as time goes on, I find that it grows in strength, making all of my usual attempts to quiet its voice harder and longer to squelch. Alternative and synthetic means are beginning to fade. Soon, only the genuine article will quiet the storm raging in me.

I fear the coming of night now. This morning, I awoke to find the straps on my bed that keeps me down showing signs of strain and tearing. The window locks won't be affective in the event the straps give.

I'll have to cross that bridge when I come to it, I guess...

BAH!
...I'm leaving reality again for a while...be back whenever...

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[*CLANGGGGGGG!*]