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Feb. 23, 2003
11:39 p.m.

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i've got a song in my head, but it has no words, so i cannot share it with you.

i have to get up and go to work in the morning. sometimes i'd like to forget that work pays my rent and buys my food and so forth. on the other hand, i know that i'd remember it a few days later. it'd be a few days too late.

i have to go to a banquet with my mom tomorrow night. i'd rather not, but at least i was able to talk my way out of wearing a tie. good thing for nice wool sweaters that brother and sister-in-law give me every year.

what's that? yeah, i've got a brother, two sisters, and a sister-in-law, oh and a nephew. so sorry; now where was i?

i've lost touch with several people. it always happens. some of them, i think i shouldn't have ever got in touch in the first place. alas, for life does not ask you these things. that's probably a good thing. as the cold-n-sinus medicine commercial says, "life is a contact sport, and playing is not optional." so true.

so, these people, the ones with whom i've lost touch... well, i don't call them any more, but then they don't call me either. those that have email, they don't email me (and i don't email them). those that have instant messenger, well, ditto.

maybe i'm talking about you. it's possible. don't take it personally that i don't ever i.m. you, or email, or call. i just don't know what to say. i know, it's pretty weak, i could at least try; but then, you don't ever call me, or write, and rarely instant-message or even sign my guestbook. what is a fellow to think? i know, i'm sure you are busy -- i am, too. i suppose that this is the way life is at times. am i wrong? am i in the wrong? where is the point at which one crosses the line between "trying to keep in touch" and "stalking"? for that matter, i'm not even sure i should try to keep in touch with these people. if we don't have anything to say to each other, why bother?

i don't know. i guess i'll talk to you later.

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