October 27th, 2002

Roman

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I'm fidgety tonight. Thinking too much, tossing in bed. Poor Simby lying next to me, sneezing, eyes discharging, Bullet on my other side, sleeping solidly. Time change. I seem to be canceling the advantage.
Roman

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I finished the draft initial study for the sign amendments, sent it to my Pismo address so I can wrap it up and send it out tomorrow.

My mouth feels okay, more or less, although I feel paranoid, am worried that something has gone wrong in there.
Roman

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Something clearly has gone wrong in my mouth. Broken away. I am 99% certain that I get to do the Novocaine thing yet again very soon. I just have to be calm, calm, calm, and get through all this.