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Senseless babble at 2:55 in the morning. I cannot sleep. I felt like I got so much done today, yet I let my dad down...and it has been plaguing me. I have learned in the past year or so, that one of the worst feelings I can ever experience is letting people I love so dearly down, or just disapointing people that mean so much to me. It is bound to happen every so often, but the feeling of it, even in it's smallest doses (like todays example), takes me back to one of the roots of the only depression I have ever gone through. I am thinking that what happened today can be turned around quickly though, unlike what happened last year, thank goodness.
Now I sit and think about my life, and how silly it can be....and how confusing/wonderous/amazing/lucky/regretful/not-regretful/new/old it is. And I think about telling my kids about the awkwardness of growing up, and about how they should never try to do it fast. And I think about how Frank smashed his phone, hoping he gets a new one tomorrow. And I think about reading Noam Chomsky....and I think about Apples to Apples, Miami, Sleep, Shalu, ACORN, American Apparel, New Friends, 3 cats with no tails, Moving further into the Ghetto,
Going
to
Sleep
AND getting a B+ on my directed research about Feminist Movements in Iran. (With Napora as the grader, I feel very proud of myself)
I am done now. Just thought I would document some of my thoughts.