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Mmmph.

I feel like such a wimp.

Our schedules don't line up right now very well, and it's usually at least 9:30pm here before skarlette gets home from work. So I try to stay up for her, and I'm usually somewhere between tired and rested, and she's tired and such. And I usually end up having to go to bed because I have to classes and because I'm in the vicious circle of the later I try to stay up for her, the less sleep I get, and the more tired I become...

What happened to the days when I could operate on 3 hours of sleep a night and be fine and all I was doing was classes and gaming? Why can't I do the same when all I want to do is spend more time with her?

I know I'm not 18 anymore, but...dammit.

She's been so paitent and understanding with me, too. I feel horrid every time that I have to go to sleep after talking to her for less than an hour, especially after getting so much time with her in Chicago and while I was on vacation, but she just gives me a kiss and tells me it's okay.

I love you. I will make the time we lose now up to you later. I swear. Because I want to give it to you, and because you deserve it.

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Karen gave me back my revisions with the following comment:

"Get these, and then turn it in to the registrar on Monday."

I got them. I did them. I wrote it.

I printed it, I burned it to CD in data form, and I am going to bind it tommorrow.

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More good news in one day:

The doctor in Toledo told my parents that based on Alison's test results, he is firmly confident that she can be stabilized and returned to a pretty much normal life in 2 years or less with medication and treatments.

I am more than a little relieved.

It would seem this has been an exceptionally good day.

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Bleagh.

After an argument with snowspinner and finding out the woes of silentsteel and yetanotherbob I feel...sick.

It's like the good feeling turned to ashes.