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remembering and forgetting and echoes of my childhood.

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Nov. 28th, 2000 | 07:25 pm
mood: listlesslistless
music: Savage Garden - The Animal Song

My lovely livejournal friends have been playing MASH on here. I remember when I knew how to do that, but I've forgotten now. Or maybe I just remembered. But it doesn't work to do it for yourself because you cheat.

I have too much work to do for writing sweatshop and I don't want to do any of it. But I believe that if I start now I may have something that is within reasonable limits for workshopping tomorrow. Then again, I may not.


Does anyone besides me get tired of e-ads for pleasure pills and seduction creams?

I feel slightly guilty about being so cold to the boy last night. There is so much that he doesn't get and I don't know how to make him understand, and all I hear in my head is how this will never work. NEVER. Of course, that's partly because I don't want it to work... but also partly because I want somebody who knows what I want without being expressly told "Hello. My name is Liz and I want ... (fill in the blank)." But perhaps that is asking too much.

Mitchell A. Leaska, how come you can't be like the rest of my professors who understand that family is important and that surgery is a big and scary thing... and who know that there is a world outside of the University with it's academia and grades and classes, and that in that world, shit happens and the shit that happens is completely beyond our control?

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