They are tighter today. The same pair that have been tighter and tighter each week. No wonder. My upper stomach feels like a drum. It's all hard and stuff. Like I should knock on it. Also, last night I had a dream that Mark Wahlberg and I were in love. He had driven across the country with my dad, Elly, and Cameron in a van to see me. He had herpes though, so I couldn't commit. I told Peter about this dream this morning and he seemed uninterested. Perhaps because I referred to him as Marky Mark.
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