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just a passing feeling. trying to reitegrate into life and stay sober in nyc is tough. my father is out of the hospital and doing fine after his surgery, its wonderful news my mom just called me to tell me he's home. im afraid all my roommates might hate me because i have not been the most pleasent person to be around for a bit. i hopping to change their minds but feel like i have lost all socializing skills. Anna, iona, call me anytime if you want to come to the city for a few days my house is always open to you both. we have lots of couches and futons, and it seems to be a party at almost all times of the day.