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Oct 28, 2006 03:59

I had a nice trip to Vancouver. It was a nice break from the problems here.
But on the plane back I had this strange feeling that something bad had happened. I always get this fear tho. Afraid that someone has either broken into my car or died. I'm usually wrong. And I assumed that I was. Just being paranoid, y'know?
But this time I was wrong.
Ruby, a long time family friend and awesome person (70 year olds who drag race their mini vans with teenagers usually are) passed away after one cancer treatment.

I'm tired of going to funerals, but these things happen.

I just got back from a vacation but after today I really feel like I need another one, but maybe one with less of a culture shock than Vancouver? lol.

I really need sleep right now. I had Bob's friend's over for all night movie marathon. But I had an exhausting afternoon. I really need sleep.

death

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