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I now know I adore Tracy Chapman more than I ever realized before. Thanks for singing what I'm feeling, Tracy.
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(Luke: "We've been here before." Lorelai: "I recognize that tree.") Rough day for Steelers and a girl missing a Man Who Is always Away
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Heartsickness, symptoms of: lack of focus, tiredness, nausea, loss of appetite, excessive watering of the eyes, vacant staring, sighs.
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Sigh... more than half of a thoughtful entry, lost in the abyss between what was there when I clicked "save" and when Xanga did. Grrr.
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Oh, Datingish... Better relationship advice could be had from a carton of Milk Duds. (Incidentally, Junior Mints tend to work better.)
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Sometimes a song hits deep things I can't seem to access otherwise; I'd swear my spine was made of guitar frets & my nerves, strings.
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Dang. Apparently, I had something to say....
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*deep breaths* What is it in me that thinks of applying to grad school when just researching them makes me feel woozy? </self-doubt>
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I'll take self-denegration for 800, Alex... oh! the Daily Double, eh? Well, actually, I think I'll just go back to watching "Roswell."
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It may be the early hour, but the frontpage features seem particularly shallow and vapid today.
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