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December 19, 2007
Some days seem surreal.

Work is mundane. Iím stuck in a fog of mild depression that seems to lack both cause and end. The hazy feeling separates me from reality, interposing a thin veil between my mind and the world around me.

I go to the store and, purely by chance, run into my best friend. We walk and chat, but for the life of me I couldnít tell you what was said. She comes and goes, but Iím still in a cloud, thinking that chance meetings donít have a place in reality. But whoís to say this is reality?