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Ah...it's late

Well...it's only about 1230am, but I just woke up from a really bad nightmare, and I would really love at least some phone attention from my boyfriend, but alas, he's on a fishing trip, has to be up at 5 in the morning, and he forgot his phone charger, so we've been trying to conserve the minutes until he gets home on Sunday. Which has meant one 5 minute phone call each day for the last two days, and the same for the next two days...Sorry, I'm just lonely.

I just came back to edit this because I realized that two years ago, on July 7, which was 30 minutes ago yesterday, was my 2 year blogging anniversary. This year I have no "special" blogs to link to, to say, "Go, check this one out again." I didn't blog that much this past year...well, I did last summer, but then of course, between getting sick, getting my tonsils out, and JC and me breaking up, and getting back together, I just haven't been writing as much. The combination of depression, upheaval, and total hustle and bustle has made me a serious slacker. Plus, sometimes I think that this is just boring, and so is my life kind of. I started doing this as a means of expression...an outlet...and then wanted to keep up with friends, then I started to meet new "friends"...but lately I feel very blah about this whole blogging thing.

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