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November 24th, 2001

The trees are bare of leaves. The sky is like a sea of huge grey cotton balls. The leaves are making the skritch-skratch sound as the gusty wind blows them down the street. Today is the coldest day yet, I think.

Thursday and Friday were good days, but today I ache inside. I'm dissatisfied, but instead of wanting to do anything about it, I just want to run away from it all. I want to escape, to bury myself in some video game or something.

I did get to see family from out of town this week though. That's always cool. Tandra and I brought her kids to Thanksgiving dinner at my parents house. That was fun. It was the first time a lot of my family had gotten to meet her, and the first time everyone except my dad and brother got to meet her kids. They all responded pretty well.

Happy holidays.