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I have a feeling, I am now in the eye of the storm of self pity, depression, loneliness, whatever. I can write a few lines, now and then. This is amazing considereint that I couldn't blog for my life just a couple of weeks ago.

Now all I have to do is wait for the other half of the storm to strike.

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