2.7.2003
 
So much insanity is happening this weekend, and many people I know are on the last of what little nerves life had tossed their way.

Here's to you're safe return to us. Please don't be dead.

Which reminds me of something that I had thought of a while back. Last sunday, I remembered distinctly that, after church, I would turn on some music in my room, grab what little money I have, and lock the door. I would go to the front door, and I would walk outside. I would walk down the sidewalk, and I would not stop walking. Like Forest Gump, but I'm walking instead of running.

All this drama (and for once, it's not the usual teeny-angst sort of crisis) is not good for one's stomach. Especially after eating a pasta salad.

Far too much to do.

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