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monday, july 13, 1998, 02:08 too tired to write, i puzzle over these short trips home after spending four hours on a bus to spend a little over a day here to turn around and go right back. of course i did get to do my laundry and i got some good food out of the whole deal, but i still find it so funny/amazing how small this world is getting. oh, right. and watched til there was you or some such movie tonight which started out pretty weak but as i watched more began to wear on my sympathies and i actually found myself caring for the characters. maybe because i've just about given up on finding true love in my life, or maybe because i realize how completely random love really is and that i shouldn't spend my time looking for people. before these sentences degrade any further, to sleep. i like sleep.
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