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Introspective ramblings
Oh yes, it's bank holiday weekend (only we, the British could give national holidays such a name), so here I am lazing splendidly at home.
I will be cleaning, dusting, and vacuuming my way through the day. Okay, that isn't exactly thrilling, but after a weekend where stuff actually happened and fun was had, I can't complain.
As mentioned in my previous inebriated state, I met up with a couple of old friends on Saturday night for a few beers in a local pub, which was thankfully more subdued than the standard Mos Eisley cantinas in the vicinity.
We talked about the same old rubbish, covered familiar ground, filled in the gaps of the past year and made tentative plans for the Summer.
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I've missed the feeling of being comfortable with friends.
It occurs to me that I've completely isolated myself, and shut out many people I care about.
I also realise that my entries here have taken an almost alien form. When I read them I wonder who the hell wrote them in the first place. They don't sound like me. Not the person I was and want to be.
I've been here before, on the brink of change, epiphany, or something. Don't let me ignore this.
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