I sit here in the mid morning reading friends LJ's and catching up on life itself. In my moving netabsence much has changed, the dreary agony of loss grips a few friends close and otherwize. Money, oh money, why for does it so hurt. Yeah, like most other netaddicts I'm in debt over my ears, like a quicksand, mire or bog that I'm stuck in, and
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