July 19th, 2002 - 12:11 a.m.

Sigh. So close to perfection.

One of the perpetual problems may be that am uncomfortable in consistent complete happiness. Feel as if there must be some strife. Some angst ridden comment spat out in one�s general direction. Something to sour the moment. Mais non.

Have not one complaint. Except for this: it all feels so... right.

Ack.

This is not cause for public outcry. Return to your homes, citizens. Nothing to see here.

N.

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