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<- Saturday, Feb. 26, 2005 | 12:25 a.m. ->





I do remmeber, it's true.

I remember this one night where I stayed up until almost dawn listening to a play-list that seemed to consist of little more than Manfred Mann's Earth Band's "Blinded by the Light," Elton John's "Tiny Dancer," and "Brick house" by...whoever sings that song.

That was a really, really good night - despite the homework and despite the sleep deprivation. Those were a number of good days and nights. There's no doubting my thankfulness for those nights, blinded by the light, as it were.

I just read a bunch of old entries and it was so painful, so very, very painful. Most of them were happy entries too, though it was a roller-coaster time in my life. Oh boy, I should just do my reading until I fall asleep.

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