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and indeed, i am an incarnation of scarlett o'hara: "tomorrow is another day..." because i feel better today. even though i'm tired because i didn't sleep well and then i got woken up at 7 and didn't sleep much after that, and then got up at 8 to give athey a massage.
i read a short story by stephen king, in the new yorker. the guy in it has a nightmare that one of his daughters has been killed, and then it comes true while he's telling his wife about it. i just thought it was rather interesting how one's greatest fears change as they get older. from monsters to the death of one's child.
okay, i'm going to talk to my mom before she goes to work...
xoxo