and fuck you, too. there are so many people i feel like saying that too. i can’t begin to compile a list. i’m almost dreading tomorrow. as mush as i have a lot of time to myself, i need time to myself, where other people aren’t expecting me to be doing something else, or getting pissed off that i’m not doing something else. fuck ’em. (snip edited out Feb 13th, 2001, 11.57pm) i’m ready to send a version of that ranting email i wrote yesterday.
non bis in idem
