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This will be my first time voting. Aaaand I have to drive an hour both ways to do it. Ah well. I'll take the opportunity to pick up a few things, and stop by the beach. I need to see it once more before it snows.

Forgive me. I'm emotional. It's not anything anyone did. Oh, wait. Yes it is. But that's the past, and now is now. If I lash

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Thanks you guys. My roommate deserves some kind of award for all the nights I crawl in with him, and scream myself to sleep. For example, when I crawled in with him this morning just before his alarm went off. No wonder the poor lad's sleep deprived. My Marlon is also a huge help. He loves me cranky too, and spends hours and hours every day helping me work with my emotions, channeling them, and making me feel safe and secure.

I know that I'm not to blame. The guilt ship has sailed. Mostly, I'm just really, really, really, really pissed off. A lot. Very anxious, and to a lesser degree, depressed. Right now I'm on a hair-trigger sensitivity. If I cry at you for no apparent reason, don't take it to heart, or let it hurt you. When I have stress and anxiety like this, I end up with a lot more pain than I usually have. Lots of backache. But hey, I know a guy...

Oh, Canciona, I hear you are an excellent writer. I know you are a busy woman, but if you ever have the time, my sister will tell you, I love stories with happy endings. Just a page or two? Something with no snow, preferably. And fairies. *grin*

It's hard when you cry and don't know why you're crying. I cried in Meijer two days ago and had to leave. I cried talking to Moira Mae today too. I also cried on the way to voting. And that was confusing.

I quit my job at Michael's today. Gave them my two weeks notice. What a friggin' relief. I love love love working at Victoria's Secret.

Oh and I voted. AND WE WON!!!