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  <title>tookhernowhere</title>
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  <updated>2009-05-03T20:18:40Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-04-26:124713:890</id>
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    <title>Fun</title>
    <published>2009-05-03T20:18:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-03T20:18:40Z</updated>
    <dw:mood>sick</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">You know what's fun? Suddenly getting a migraine. Right when you're wanting to drunkenly molest your boyfriend. Especially when--besides the nausea, headache, hyperacusis, and photophobia--your &lt;br /&gt;body has incredibly weird, unpleasant sensations in response to someone touching you. It was really lonely not being able to accept sympathy cuddles. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my early morning. At least I was able to get to sleep, and it was gone by the time I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=tookhernowhere&amp;ditemid=890" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-04-26:124713:558</id>
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    <title>Dear Monkey's Relationship Clinic</title>
    <published>2009-04-29T01:34:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-29T01:34:12Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://tookhernowhere.dreamwidth.org/558.html#cutid1"&gt;omg first relationship conflict&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___2" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://tookhernowhere.dreamwidth.org/558.html#cutid2"&gt; . . . defused!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___2" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at the silly boy's place, playing on the intertubes because he asleep. He was up until at least 1 in the afternoon, so he's been sleeping at most 5.5 hours. I suppose it's only decent to let him get a bit more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=tookhernowhere&amp;ditemid=558" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-04-26:124713:422</id>
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    <title>tookhernowhere @ 2009-04-27T17:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-28T01:17:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-28T01:17:06Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Ow, shoulder is acting up again. Still haven't the faintest idea why. My purse isn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; heavy. My backpack full of textbooks is kind of heavy, but I'm wearing it on both shoulders, so it shouldn't be bugging the right particularly--and I know I carried more backpack weight all the time, the first time I was in school. How could I have gotten old and creaky so fast? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have groceries! FIVE POUND CHUB OF GROUND BEEF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=tookhernowhere&amp;ditemid=422" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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