Why am I still awake? I’m tired. I should be sleeping, not poking around Zeldman. Sigh.

I don’t understand myself sometimes, some of the thoughts that run through my head, some of the words that come out of my mouth.

Neil told Meg he was moving out. Wonderful. I’m happy. I want an apartment.

I want too much.

A boy.

A good job.

A little place to call my own.

Sigh.

So quiet tonight.

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