December 22nd, 2001

sleepy

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all I really want to do is get home, curl up in someone's arms who I love and who loves me, and cry . . .

. . . except I don't have anywhere feel comfortable calling home
. . . and I don't have anyone who I can curl up with
. . . and I can't let myself cry, because if I do, I won't be able to stop.

incommunicando until late on the 23rd . . . those of you who have my phone number here, I sure wouldn't mind chatting with you on the 22nd afternoon. It's going to be lonely and boring, and considering what state of mine I'm in now, I don't imagine it'll get much better. Computer ships on the 22nd, and I'm packing it tonight, so . . . yeah.

cya all in a few days I guess.
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