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Well my head is like the Black Sea. Nothing's changing. It's just happening more frequently. And then there's the wanting; it aches. It could be years before it's fixed, too. I mean I have no idea how to go about things. All the daydreaming just doesn't cut it. It's not three years ago anymore. And soon, it'll be three years later. 

I keep up the babble but it means nothing. It's the basic principle; talk it out. But nothing comes out. I refuse, not because I want to, but because it's what I always do. I'm desperate for an exodus. Chuck everything out the window and hope somebody down there is ready to catch it all.

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Today should be nice. I'm going to see A Christmas Carol at South Coast. Then Shopping. Then Italian dinner.

Tomorrow:

-Write

-NO SICK

-????