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Trying to get into words today what yesterday felt like. It was the annual Smile Mile for ovarian cancer, and I went there pretty much right from work, and a little drunk. Nothing too brutal. I was sober and exhausted by the time I got home, almost 24 hours since I had woken up the day before. I was surrounded by people wo came from so many backgrounds and so many circumstances, and who were pulling together out of mutual respect or love for Laura or for someone who knew her. For the first time since all this space bullshit started after my bday, I realized just how much I really really. Miss. Her..... :(