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You know guys, I really hate my job. I hate it to the point where it affects me physically. Every weekend I get up at 7:00am and hop out of bed, with nothing to do. During the week, when I go to bed earlier, I can't move my body till 8:45. This is not good. The only explanation I can find is that I hate my job so much, that my body is working to keep me from going there.
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The physicist is wonderful. She is the most perfect woman for me that I have ever met. She is strong, intelligent, independant, and yet still feminine.
Wonderful. I can't begin to explain how in love I really am. My cousin is in town today. And I ran into some old friends on the street the other AM. Looks like a night of heavy drinking for me.
I'm really only doing this to get my diary going. W3rd. |