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So I'm sitting here on the floor with my laptop actually in my lap for once, supposed to be working on the 10-page story due in class on Tuesday morning (which I haven't started yet), and I start looking over lj entries from two years ago...BIG mistake, as I am now really feeling my age and my separation from everything that once made me happy in Memphis, and yeah, I know things change, they have to change, but for some reason these memories are really fucking with my head right now, and everything feels too temporary, too hard to hold on to.