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Somedays I wake up with this terrible feeling that there is an endless stream of opportunities, variations, complicated timings and effects. Its times like this I wonder with an aching pit in my stomach were my resolve should be, what I'm settling for. What the hell am i trying for?

The post before the flood

I need to learn to stay away from my computer during depressive streaks, but the problem is that the seductive powers of internet almost-human contact become irresistible. Next thing I know my status updates on facebook say things like, "Elizabeth Cook 'is lost'." which when translated is roughly "Elizabeth Cook 'is desperately afraid of the ten or twenty minutes before falling asleep and is placating her desire for human contact by posting ambiguous, lame posts on facebook at one o'clock in the morning'." Does anyone else have this problem? (besides every thirteen and fourteen year old girl in America.) In other news, I may have swineflu.

peace out.

-Lizz