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2007-04-29 - 8:12 p.m. I've been informed that my diary isn't working properly and is showing an error message. I'll update and maybe that will fix whatever the problem is. Except I have nothing really to say. It is raining. A real spring rain that I think -for the first time since October- isn't going to turn into snow by morning. I love rain. I've probably mentioned that a time or hundred on here. Hopefully it will make everything green up a bit. My stomach and I have been fighting all day. It's winning. Nothing I do appeases it. Maybe I won't go to work tomorrow. Ha ha. Unlikely. I gave myself permission to lie on the couch all evening and watch tv, but I can't say it is making me feel much better - mentally or physically. My new favorite site is Postsecret (and I'm too lazy to link to it so go find it yourself) where people send in handmade postcards containing a secret. It is such an intimate, heartbreaking look at the dark (and sometimes light) landscapes of the human heart. Today, one of the new secrets said: As a child, I was molested and never told anyone. As an adult, I tracked him down, killed him, and never told anyone. I told my sister this and she sighed and said: I love a happy ending. I have to go watch the rain again some more.
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