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08/09/2006: "Do we ever really know anyone anyway?"
Well, it's after midnight and my friend just left after having had some wine and a long talk. Oooooh, that I could write about anything and everything here...but the reality is, this isn't a diary or a place for me to work out my demons; so I'll bite my tongue and maybe cry myself to sleep on my huge giant over-sized pillow. But not yet.
I had planned to work on my presentation for my interview tonight but now it's late and I'm tired with purple stained lips and feeling almost unbearably sad and let down. So I tell myself again (and again) that things happen for a reason. I have to rest assured in that. Rest, but not yet
I'm not packed...I haven't done laundry...I don't have a back-up presentation saved to disc (which I *always* do)...and I have a friend picking me up early in the morning who will drop me off at the airport later...so this is it! I have to suck it up, find my second wind, and put what I found out tonight behind me...there will be plenty of time to deal with it later...but not yet.