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17 October 2006
Her name is Andrea. (It's not An-dree-uh, it's Ahn-dray-uh.) Is that pretentious? I hope not. I don't want a pretentious one. Just a nice, regular sort of one. She seems young. She's finishing her doctorate at DU. At first my mom was worried about that, but then she decided that the young ones are best because they're not burned out yet and they still follow procedure. She asked me lots of questions. She says I have "all the symptoms." I'm meeting with her every other Tuesday until December.
I hope Andrea can fix me.
♥ yours truly. ;
"And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five