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well here I am after work about to go to bed-I'm not as "high" as I was earlier, possibly thanks to the very loud listenings of Sepultura and Fear Factory that occured this afternoon (my god that was good), and now I'm just paranoid again that not going to the Mission tomorrow may make Cecilia (for the lucky one is she) think I don't like her etc etc. I'm twenty-four for fuck's sake! I shouldn't be thinking like this! And so to bed.