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Thu, Apr 12, 2001 11:30AM -0600

Leave it to my friend Bram to make me realize where I am with my life. That's what childhood friends are for, really, to make you remember the dreams that you have still left unfulfilled. On the whole, I really can't complain much, but there's a pessimistic voice in the back of my head (errr, side of my head? I am taking a neuroscience course after all.... I really should be more precise about this kind of stuff....) that keeps telling me that I should be somewhere else, that it's not good to be comfortable, at least not where I'm at. There are a lot more issues in my life that I have to deal with before I can even claim I'm on the pathway to all around stability.

I think it may be just my secret love of Chaos that keeps me down.

On another cryptic side note (another point in my fictional story that I started yesterday): what do you do when you know that someone has to say something to someone (anyone)--when someone just has to spill their guts, but you really don't want to hear it, are afraid of what they have to say?

I mean, I could be totally wrong, blowing everything out of proportion. That's what writers (and artists in general) do, isn't it? Blow things out of proportion?

Like I said, I don't know why I give a damn at all. It's none of my business.

(By the way, this entry was mostly an attempt to test some code in my XSL stylesheet. Non-geeks can safely ignore this comment.)

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