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Sunday, July 11, 2010 . 7/11/2010 10:20:00 PM

Fatigue is really making me feel extremely drained. I really can't understand how people willingly keep themselves awake till the dead of the night, while the rest of us are forced to do that same thing rushing through tasks given to us. 

I really have no idea how to counter that pounding headache of mine, other than through the medicinal way of paracetamol, but I'm not taking those pills, 'cause the sight of them makes me feel like puking them out. 

Okay. I'm making myself sleep. Waking up bloody early to do my work. Which hopefully can be accomplished...


Good night, the World out there. 

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