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SO I'm sitting here thinking about all of the craziness I have been witness to lately and all the future strangeness that has yet to unfold. I am wondering when I will be able to sleep again and realize that, like it or not, I have already become accostomed to not sleeping by myself. I find it difficult to rest my mind without arms to snuggle into and a body pressed against mine. I can not get warm and I can not find the mental silence necessary to sleep. There is nothing interesting left to read. There is hardly anyone left to call. And there are two people out there that I am very worried about, well three actually. But two that share my immediate concern. I really can't afford the gas to split and trek down there to take care of things. I hope it doesn't come to that. The third, I can only do what I can--just like everyone else. I find myself questioning my beliefs tonight. Questioning myself. Questioning my future.