Saturday, 08/30/03 - 6:28 pm.
My day was good. Even better than I expected (because Carmen said she'd come over and didn't). I worked a little on college assignments, Irene came over to help me out. I taped Paul McCartney on TV. I played with my nephew for hours. I caught Almost Famous on TV (finally I got to watch it in its entirety). I'm about to go out for dinner with my family. It's been a good day, really.
And so I cannot understand why at the end of this day, all I want to do is sit on a step, look up the sky and cry.
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