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Up again early this morning, listening to cold rain hitting my window.

In the past month, I've been reacquainted to Chris Wilson...my previous "randy", made some new friends, seen a belly dance, human sacrafice and scott's in the hospital with a coma.

I can feel old friendships dying.  Neither of us are inclined to even talk much to each other.  I guess there just isn't anything to say.  I still tweet relevant stuff, but that desire to share everything, just left me. I wish I could sad about it, but all I feel is removed. 

Like my mother.  She's so disenchanted with life, I find it a burden to even talk to her.  My only real enoyment is laying with Sophie as I read.  Quiet moments with her warmth and devotion. 

The healing of my foot has slowed down again, and I stay paranoid about infections.  My sugar levels have been varying wildly, admittedly I've not been taking my shots immediately.  I must stay on top of this, but again....feeling removed.

For my homework assignment in Astronomy, researched Europa scheduled mission in 2020.  I'll be fifty years old.

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