Tuesday, Aug. 23, 2005 - 1:30 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Sometimes Still Missing
I wish there were more structure in my life. A reason to get up at a particular time. A reason to eat a meal at a particular time. Someone coming home.
Oh well. Eat chocolate. Draw. Walk dog.
I just want to sleep. I am supposed to work. And so everything else, like uploading photos, or writing entries, or going through my old clothes feels like "bad you... sposed to be working". And then I think that if I did those things I would at least have those done. The more I work the less I work.
I miss ob. Yes I still do. I miss ob sometimes very much. I miss friendship and adventures, planning and fun, travelling and love. I tried to tell her that she was so important to me. She never believed me you know. She somehow thought I could be fun alone as one person.
Not so much.
I really miss her sometimes.
Forward and onward.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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