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» vd I haven't written in a while. Sorry about that. I saw the doctor today. For the first time since I can remember my blood pressure is normal. That's so amazing to me. I smell like greasy fried calimari tapas because I had dinner with Iris and Sabrina at a tapas place. We went straight from work to drink margaritas, then saw Sugar and Spice (I laughed), then tapas. So, that was Valentine's Night. Me and two women. Yep. I'm a stud. Of course, now I'm back in my messy little apartment kneeling on the floor in front of the computer typing this because I didn't think I'd be online long enough to warrant sitting on the chair. And I just deduced from an e-mail I got that the little Valentine's Day package I over-nighted via FedEx didn't make it today. It was sent to the only young woman with whom I've had a relationship in the past three years. She lives 3,000 miles away. Did I mention that before? By the way. I'm more than slightly inebriated and I'm going to sleep now, still smelling like calimari. Tomorrow morning should be a riot.
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