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_________________ Tuesday 13 February 2001 11 04 pm pst [ consoling with confessions ] I am writing from my newly revamped laptop. When I saw the inventory of the six parts they replaced to make it run properly again, I didn't feel so bad about forking over the money. My computer is an expense like most peoples' cars are. I spent the evening consoling a friend after the break-up of her relationship. I was glad that she called me when she was upset, and after we had some tea the evening turned into a fit of confessions. I can't believe some of the things I told her; I dug up memories I hadn't thought of in nearly a decade. I've realized that what I've said of late has become a self-fulfilling prophecy. I've expressed that I feel anti-social and it has worsened. I've expressed my lack of functionality and that also has manifested itself to a greater degree. So I suppose I need to start telling everyone that my life is swell. It really is...
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