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

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Thurs, Nov. 4
... Barging in on me and my guitar
I'm so exhausted, and it just hit me in the past two hours. Work was fine... I think that Ismarys and I get sillier and sillier as the day goes on... we start off the morning relatively normally, but by 4 in the afternoon, we're going off the wall.

Becky told Blair a week or two ago that she considered it her duty to provide him with one stretching experience a day. His response? "Isn't it stretching enough that I have to spend all day with these two?!"

It's frustrating when things don't go my way, and I can't do anything about it. It's frustrating to be reliant on other people, and to be let down, even when it's not really their fault. It's frustrating when I realize my own lack of self-control, and I so desperately want to be disciplined. It's frustrating when I want to be more productive, but by the time I get home from work, I don't want to do anything but collapse. It's frustrating that my livelihood and my life-blood can't be the same thing.

It sucks to miss someone, and to not know whether or not you're missed.

It's great to be invested enough in someone's life to miss them.

I need sleep. I think I just might crash tonight. *sigh* It's been a roller coaster evening. Pizza, temporary goodbyes, missing scripts, an MIA cast, venting at work, browsing in Chapters, and good mail.

I can't let my life degenerate into this. I can't let myself become defined by... all this.

Bleah. It's just one of those days. You know? Things will look better in the morning.
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posted at 10:10 p.m.