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Wednesday, October 20, 2004 ( 10:04 PM ) Rebecca I feel like I’ve been hit with a truck today, yes I do. Book? Condo? Boyfriends? They all suck. Thank God for my boring, high-paid job, where I can get in at noon, close my blinds, cancel my meetings, and do mind-numbing work for the next six hours without having to exercise a brain cell. Sometimes I long to be one of those people who just sits on the sidelines, never getting bloody. Then, unfortunately, I get a good night’s sleep and I’m ready to fight again. Where in the world did I get this resilience? I miss my dad. | # E-mail Breakup Babe |
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