I feel wasted. I am battling a small cold. Perhaps I will be better before this weekend, when I will spend two days flying in order to spand two day visiting my love in Amsterdam. Life doesn't get any sillier than this.

It's 9 22 pm and I feel like it's 3 am. I am exhausted, sore, and worn out. Tomorrow will be lovely because it will be Friday. I will drink lots of OJ.

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four years ago today: possible futures which can be mine.

three years ago today: It was all very last minute, but I went to the US Open tonight.

two years ago today: I miss Rachel a great deal...

one year ago today: I know I have a great life.

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