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February 28, 2011
I hate the last day of the month. It's like wrenching myself from a wonderful, impossible world--that same feeling as the last sentence in a good book.

Tomorrow, I will have an adventure. I don't know what kind, but I hope it will be worth waking up early. Morning is the terrible invention of a bored and crazed deity, but adventures sometimes makes it worthwhile.

I have the strongest urge to jump on a bus and disappear. But I won't. No. I will stay. Because my life is finally, finally coming into place. No. I will stay. I will.