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05.04.2005 - 17:32 I wish I could fill this up the way that I used to. With such magic that made me captivate my favorite audience of one. But that power is seemingly gone now. The desire, also, is nowhere to be found. But then again, I've been exhausted lately. Waking up at four in the morning to go to work two different jobs and then returning home from the last one at 9:30 at night is exhausting, to be fair. For those of you that care, I'm doing really, really well. This town is a consistent shocker to me; perhaps it's representative of the other piece of college education that I never got - barring my education: leaving home. Boston is a bizarre town, full of - at least where I live, in Allston-Brighton - Brazilians and old Russian women with moustaches bigger than ones I could ever grow. Full of scary old restaraunts and matzo ball soup. Of east coast friends and hair-brained schemes. I'm happy to be here.
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