Monday, Jan. 13, 2003 - 11:20 p.m.

If you peel away the skin, is there anybody there?..

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Sat at home, just now I was, it was dark outside. I'd been out all day, doing things, and then I got home, and I heard the tapping. It was coming from my window, so, naturally, I looked at my window, and at my window was, well, there was a bird, sat there, headbutting the window. It did this for a while, before losing whatever little conciousness it had, and tumbling from the windowsill it was perched on (it was upstairs), and tumbling to the concrete below. Stupid thing.

I was abducted by aliens this afternoon, they were quite friendly, I think they wanted to teach me something to bring about world peace, but I didn't really see where they were coming from with their ideas, so they brought me home.

I went shopping with someone this evening. They wanted to buy a book, and I just tagged along. I saw some things I could buy, but most looked boring. I went home then, and to sleep. Then I woke up.

I dreamed of things that are strange.

Sleep.

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I'm tired now. I just wrote that. I don't know why. Fake diary entries that are boring really are fun, aren't they?