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Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Tonight was the big store meeting. And boy, was it long.
When I got home, I shaved my legs and waited for Andy to call so we could watch Kill Bill vol 1 (he hadn't seen it, so I made him).
Soon after we got off the phone, Logan called. I haven't seen him since September, when he "mysteriously" disappeared. We have a get-together (date?) planned for Sunday, and since "money's no object" to him all of a sudden, I get to choose what we do. Sounds exciting! It will be great to see him again. As angry as I was for being forgotten/abandoned, he was a great guy and fun to hang out with. He seems to be in good spirits, and since he just got out of rehab, maybe we'll have more in common.


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