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Said goodbye to Cynthia for three months tonight: sucked.

Saw David Cross sing "Come Sail Away" at Star Bar Karaoke: rocked.

Realized that in the past week I have had to give some kind of emotional support, pep talk, or counseling to no less than six friends: sucks that they are not happy, rocks that I think I've helped them.

The only big problem is that it seems that everyone has these problems around 2-3am. No one wants to have a heart to heart talk at 8pm.