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

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Fri, Oct 26
... It doesn't matter anymore
And now, I'm going to whine for a minute. I hate being sick. Bleah. This sucks. I haven't kept any food down for three days, and that's not fun. Okay, I'm finished with my little whine for the moment.

But now I don't know what else to write. There's a lot to say, but not on here. A lot to say to people, a lot to say to God, but nothing really to write on this thing. So, for now, I'm afraid that my random, not-so-frequent entries will have to suffice until I can write again. Because, quite frankly, this takes lowest priority in the ranking order of the things I have to deal with and vent to.

Crazy how one week can change things so much, isn't it?
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posted at 3:11 p.m.