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  <title>but for lack of providence</title>
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    <title>of_providence @ 2008-11-24T02:54:00</title>
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    <content type="html">things that are keeping me up right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-listening to alison krauss in the most pleasantly hurtful way.&lt;br /&gt;-im excited to go home on tuesday.  i am, however, already anxious about the 5 days flying by and feeling like i barely saw anyone i actually wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;-there are times that i have so many contradicting feelings about me and michael's relationship that i think, literally, that i may burst. with happiness. and with fear. and with confusion. and with so many things. too many things.&lt;br /&gt;-im going back to therapy next tuesday. it can't come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;-i dont understand so many parts of myself right now. why don't i think im able to talk about it with michael.&lt;br /&gt;-i'm tired of being vilified by my family. it's how it's always been and im afraid it's how it's always going to be.&lt;br /&gt;-art. my art! oh my art, my art, my art. the magic is back. and it's given me wings.&lt;br /&gt;-so many people--too many people--in my life that i love i haven't spoken to. ari. genna. ruth. cara. ilana. even eden and lindsay. i miss so much.&lt;br /&gt;-why couldn't i let go at mr. black on friday? im ready to let go.&lt;br /&gt;-i need toni morrison's new book!&lt;br /&gt;-i need a dialogue in smithtown. stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.</content>
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