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August 24, 2001
So now it's every two

So now it's every two days. I'm running out of fingers. And I don't know what this arabic scrawl in my head says, but it must not be flattering, judging from the looks I get. And the beatings.

So the news today is that Aarti has left Oxygen. As of right now. She "decided to move on". Descretion is the watchword in this thing, so I'll play along. She decided. Wasn't her thing, wanted to do something else. Independent decision. I'm not giving it away, am I?

Regardless of why she left, it's good that she did. I feel a bit sorry for her, but it's the right thing for the rest of us. Restofus. I'm trying to develop and encourage my Tourette's. She wasn't helping, she didn't know what she was doing, and she wasn't in the right job. I'm not saying she's not a nice person, or that she doesn't have some kind of skills, but these ain't them. So begone, begone. Life starts anew.

How this will affect my outlook remains to be seen. I'm not so silly as to think that she was the only reason for my ennui. I know it's me and only me that makes me feel one way or another. I know this. But a nice and productive environment, with fewer INSANE frustrations, will, I hope, help me to center and find my direction. Maybe I'll be a pro volleyball player. Ha.

We played well last night, we could have won. It was more frustrating than usual, because we could taste it. It was right there, floating in front of us, but we didn't get it. We always have a good time, though, and ya know, that's what's really important.

In other news, Laurel is also gone. Sad. She is one of the finest people I've ever known, and I'm super happy that she spent the summer here. It was important to me in many ways. She inspired me all over the place. I'm really happy that our friendship had the chance to grow real, graduate from sporadic friend-of-a-friend. It's where it wanted to be all along. And I'm really happy for her that she's back where she belongs. If I knew where I belonged, I'd be thre too. Here's to you, Laurel. Porchsitting.


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