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Wednesday, March 19th, 2008
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10:41 pm
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Mike pressed the keypad, ending the call to his voicemail. Susan was coming back to town. Something about her mom and somebody named Josh. In all honestly, Mike had some beers after work and moments ago while riding the elevator up to his flat, just realized he had a voicemail. The problem was that alcohol, and lots of it, made you feel things you didn't normally feel. He felt anxious. Then he told himself in a cocky and confident manner that it'd be fine... meeting her for a drink. She missed him. They were mates. It'd be all good.
He easily pressed through the unlocked door to his flat. He didn't mind Lisa's faults when they were to his favor. As he changed for bed and threw his wallet and phone on his dresser, he knew in the back of his mind that Susan's visit wouldn't be as carefree as he was convincing himself. Situations were so much better when you didn't have to deal with them in person.
After he washed up and turned off the bathroom light, he noticed his cell phone blinking red. He had a message. He pressed the green button and scrolled to his text messages. It was from Terry.
When things go wrong, you'll find they usually go on getting worse for some time, but when things once start going right they often go on getting better and better... MN
Mike sighed and turned his phone off. He'd tell Terry to stop sharing his queer epiphanies tomorrow. He should've never had those beers with him.
current mood:  exhausted
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| Friday, August 26th, 2005
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4:13 pm
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| Tuesday, July 27th, 2004
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9:08 am - September 2001
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9:01 am - August 2001
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| Thursday, July 15th, 2004
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9:57 pm
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| Thursday, July 8th, 2004
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3:07 am
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| Monday, March 8th, 2004
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10:45 pm
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| Sunday, March 7th, 2004
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7:04 pm
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So here's my blog thing. What now? How 'bout a whole lotta nothing?
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