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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Sat, Aug 11
... Slipping through my fingers
And so I sit here, before 8:00 on a Saturday morning, the only one in this huge building, with 7 hours of work ahead of me, 1/2 hour already behind me, and not much to do. I'm sure I'll end up doing something, but I think it'll end up being a kinda slow day for me, anyways. Kinda nice. :o) I had something incredibly profound go through my head last night just before I fell asleep, and I thought, "I should write an entry on that," but can I remember it now? Of course not. It was a good one, too. Oh well, if I remember it later on, I'll write about it then. Until then, we'll just have to make do with this little blab about absolutely nothing. Later...
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posted at 7:53 a.m.