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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

17 April 2004 Saturday

goodnight..

slated in moments at 07:59 PM

i absolutely should not have been up this late tonight..
i’m not sure exactly.. well, it’s a confluence of things at this point.. i suppose it usually is..
my tummy’s getting hungry.. i skipped dinner. i’m looking forward to cheerios with fresh strawberries and milk in the morning.
tomorrow we’re going to the Thai temple to celebrate Songkrahn.
i’ve been feeling lonely. it’s an emotional / mental thing rather than anything physical or real. i’m not without people who would care about me, or keep me company, or whathaveyou. i just.. well, i guess at least some of it stems from extended self-isolation. but i don’t think that’s even so much it lately.. now it’s .. oh who (knows / cares / something). *shrug* i’m not feeling particular motivation to figure it all out. mm.. and that’s probably got a whole very much to do with it.
goodnight.

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