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i'm thinking it's about time to call up, or maybe just go over and pick up my cds. i don't know what it was, exactly, that brought everything to a screeching halt, but it looks as though all my feelings have collapsed on themselves. at the risk of this "journal entry" coming across like too many other churlish, trite "blogs" ...

oh well. it's already there.

love became confusion became indifference became irritation. isn't that always the way?