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Part of me is simply ecstatic from this perfect evening. Part of me misses you and feels terrible. It's sort of got me all over the place emotion-wise. I need to listen to Wesley Willis. I guess this is the 'getting over you' stage. I should be a pro at this by now, but it doesn't seem to make it easier. It was easier when the Grey Goose was still running through me. This post will probably be deleted in the next 24 hours. Woo.