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  <title>News from the underground</title>
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  <updated>2005-10-12T16:28:06Z</updated>
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    <title>atropos05 @ 2005-10-12T11:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-12T16:28:06Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Well today is wednesday.  Which means I have the day to myself.  All by myself.. which is a wonderful thing if you are an introvert like I am.   Anyway,   therapy sucks ass.  I recognize the fact that I need it but I really don't like it.  I don't even know why.  Which I think is the part of it I dislike the most... not having a real reason.  I don't have a real reason why I want to stay home so bad.  I don't know why it is so important to me.  It just is I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this lack of a memory thing.  Mom is saying it is improving but I can't see it.  And I am not one to just take someones word with no checking thing.  I really hate the fact that my memory is faulty.  I hate the fact that I have no idea what to say or who to say it to.  I just want my old life back.</content>
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    <title>atropos05 @ 2005-10-07T13:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-07T18:31:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-07T18:31:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am going to Galena Illinois today.  I love Galena.. it is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, hate the fact that I can't type like I used to.  Honestly, I think as of right now that is the thing I dislike the most.. strange tho it may be.  Typing used to be such an important part os my life.  It means something to me to get slowly faster at it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit i am rather sad about being home.  Where once I loged to be here I am now waiting to leave.  Home is an ok place but it's not.. me, I guess.  I don't even know what me is right now.  Whivh bothers me a lot.  I should correct that typing error but I don't wanna.. so there it remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Galena, IL tonight.  They have a gorgeous fair there.. it is really nice to see all the people there.</content>
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    <title>First post</title>
    <published>2005-10-05T21:06:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Because I can't get into my other account, I have this one.  I will try to keep it relatively current and keep people informed as to how I am doing.   And maybe a slight bit of angst now and then.. hey, I was comatose for a month and a half.  It comes with the territory.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to use this journal as a way to keep me sane.. or at least try.  Sane as much as the next person maybe.  Yes, there will be a bit of angst.  But hopefully not too much.</content>
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