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I've done it 3 times now. I keep reaching to turn on my CD player, expecting it to be in its proper space. Instead there is just a large space in my bookcase that I spent almost 2 weeks creating, in order to have my CD player in my room. God I feel stupid.

I keep trying to find meaning in this. I know I probably shouldn't and that whatever meaning (or lack thereof) there is to this matter will come out in the fullness of time, but I can't stop trying for all that.

BTW: Happy New Year (esp. to Marci)

One more thing

is missing from my life. Last night at 12:30 I realized that the jerks who ripped me off also took the one graduation gift I got from any of my relations, a gold and dimond necklace and earring set from my Aunt Sheri. They were in a neat little porcelin box and I never even got to wear them. At least I rest sure in the fact that what they do will come unto them threefold. Now I have to keep trucking on at work.