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Aug 27, 2005 07:15

It's that time of year again.

It was my brother's anniversary the day before yesterday. I find it difficult to visit his grave these days, I'm not sure why, so I stayed at home with my sister, who, with tears in her eyes, painted a picture on the kitchen floor beside me.

I spoke to my housemates yesterday, and a few friends who my contact with of late has been few and far between, so that was pleasant. I move into the new flat on Thursday, but don't restart the course for a while unfortunately. I'm looking forward to getting back into a routine ever so.

So that's it.

I'm thinking of shutting this journal and starting a new one perhaps. My heart is still feeling a little sore, but over a cup of coffee with my mother in her bed yesterday morning, it's feeling a little mended.

ps.

Not that it interests any of you, but I bought a pair of thigh-high flat black ali goldfrapp style pirate boots yesterday, and I feel like the sex.
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