never-ending stories
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Wed Jan 08 03 / 12:16 AM

Time for bed? Feels like I was just in bed. Wake up? I don't want to go to work. No wonder I'm sick of it - it's 2003 and I've been doing this for a year.

It's been a year since I started school again, and quit. It's been a year since I've been back from Australia. It's been more than a year since I finished university. It's been the worst year of my life.

2002 was the year of the nothing - and nothing truly is a never-ending story of black storms and fear.

And so in 2003 I must do something. I should teach overseas, even though I am afraid to leave what I have here (not all of it is nothing). I should sell the house to free myself (though how can I allow my father to buy it if it is a burden?). I should do something this year, because neither the movie, the book, nor life, can live up to a title like that.



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Lisa Higgs
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