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I'm coming down to the last batches editing my photos from my holiday in France and am finally able to sit myself down to watch Paris, je t'aime—this Netflix disc I've been holding since I got back to the States in October. As predicted, I feel more sad from this than nostalgic.

I am also sick and have been stuck on the couch for the past few days. I'm out of food. I can't get more.


I learned my best friend's mother passed away this afternoon.

I'm pretty miserable on all fronts. This mild cold is starting to get worse but all I want to do is smoke cigarettes (I haven't yet) and cry. I had a rule of not posting self-pitying things here, but I also try to be more honest. So y'know. Fuck it.

Update! Feeling like if I vom a little, I'd feel better. But, I haven't eaten all day so that's pretty useless! Found out another loved one has cancer. The "aggressive" chemo begins right after Thanksgiving. Unbelievable! I give up. I'm going to bed.