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 Monday, September 27

For the record:
I had the bearnaise sauce after all, and it was doggone good, though the steak could have been cooked for another minute or two. I survived the lonesome lugubriousness without drinking/sending out regrettable emails, so that's good. The angst was gone by the time my alarm clock went off this morning. Then, when I woke up an hour after that, there was a whole new feeling, but I didn't have time to really reflect on that. Actually got to work on time anyway, where I'm fighting the feeling that I must have forgotten some important item of clothing in my mad rush out of the house.
10:00 AM

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