August 29th, 2003


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before I make a likely vain attempt to sleep, I thought I would update my interest in LJ and browse some people who have journals with those interests.

Everytime I saw a journal with no new updates for a year or so, I wondered if that person quit using LJ or if maybe something else happened. What if they died? Was this one tiny bit left online of this person's existence? And then that damned optimist inside says I should be glad such a thing exists that, while in a minor way, lets me know that person. The cynic is pissed off and feeling robbed that perhaps I didn't get to know someone who might have been a friend.

Today has been typical...all kinds of fucked up.
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