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[wisdomeagle]

Blargh. I managed not to cry until 2:15 yesterday afternoon, when in the middle of a diner in south Jersey, I completely fucking lost it. It was one of those "the weirdest things trigger me," and when they didn't have low-fat milk, I felt the tears start to well up, so I stupidly opened my purse and found my notebook where I'd written my roommate's number at some unGodly hour that morning, and goodbye happiness, hello, loneliness, I think I'm gonna cry. So I did. Lots. Every good, cheerful thought I could think of reminded me, of course, of my roommate and college and life at school. So it was very bad.

I've finally slept for a long, long time, and I'm awake, sort of, and in New York at my mom's house, using her laptop, whose name is Delilah and who is a very nice laptop indeed. She is my friend. She's got a cool mouse, too.

So basically I've slept and cried and bitched and am now doing laundry. Life is truly unexciting, not that this is such a bad thing.