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

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Tuesday, Aug. 30, 2005
... The final threshold
Two more sleeps. One more day. In so many ways, I am so not looking forward to tomorrow. It's going to be a tough day.

My days have, in some ways, been reduced to the list of names--the people that I've said goodbye to each day. Every day seems to include a longer list, until now. Now, I think that my list narrows down to the last few people, and that's it.

And I was going to write more, but I'm so exhausted I can hardly stay coherent, so I'm going to go to bed. I'll try to get in something tomorrow, in between the last-minute packing and the family times and the work stuff and everything. It'll be a full day, but it's all good... :o)

One year ago today: And this doesn't so much fall into the "It's A Small World After All" category, but into the "This Is So Weird I'm Getting Freaked Out" category. Apparently, a few of Jen and Mike's friends know a girl named Alida. That's great... except that her name is Alida Klassen. Yeah. That's about what I said. I just about choked on my lasagna and spit it across the table.
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posted at 11:25 p.m.