these days i don't know what to do with myself, much less with you.

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surprisingly, my tolerance isn't so horrible when i'm well-rested and have a full stomach. go figure.

conflict sucks--inner or outer. but i suppose it makes life less boring. i wonder whether we would purposefully incite conflict if it didn't come naturally...it's like angst. we hate feeling it, but we seem to do everything in our power to give it a reason to exist. angst gives you that little tweak inside your chest--not so comfortable, but you'd worry if you never felt it. or maybe that's just me. seems to me that angst is great when it's not your own.

the lovely bones by alice sebold was a great book. very moving. made me cry. shut up. it's okay when books make me cry...if "armageddon" made you cry, then that's another story. harry potter and the order of the phoenix was...long-awaited. i liked that it was about 900 pages. yeah, i'm a geek. haha. taking bart almost every day was pretty interesting too...saw many passengers with that very same book. it's nice to have a unifying media outlet that doesn't involve reality television. don't we get enough reality every day in our own lives? what's with this whole voyeuristic nation? oh well, not like i'm innocent either, even though exploitation makes me feel dirty. bah.

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and there ain't nothing like regret
to remind you you're alive