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Sunday, August 28, 2005
3:33 PM

The other day, I was washing the dishes when my finger accidentally got cut (cut, not cut off) by one of the cooking knives. Blood immediately oozed out from the wound and I had a morbid thought. I wondered what it would be like if I plunged the knife through my body. Like, would there really be anything to lose? Anyway, I'm a wussy when it comes to pain (like what Naveen said of himself); so after a few minutes of stoning, I quickly put away the knife and cleaned up the mess in the sink.

Everyday I question the purpose of my existence, and everyday I fail to find an answer. *fumbles towards salvation*