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   Thursday, March 11, 2004

EASING UP

Whew, glad that's over with. I hate these emotionally-fragile spells.

Keith is apparently gone and increasingly forgotten, and I made up with Ruby last evening, so things feel back to normal. Everything I whined about on Monday still applies, of course, but I'm trying not to be so hard on myself. I remember the mantra that if you can't be compassionate towards yourself, you can't have any compassion for anyone else.

But still none for the freaks upstairs -- they were playing "Truly Madly Deeply" by Savage Garden very loudly at 4 am the other morning, and that song is eternally unforgiveable.

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