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    <description>I know I have been silent for quite a while and that after a sort of emotional / nervous half-breakdown might have been picked up as not-so-good sign, but I assure you I&apos;m still around. And I&apos;m fine. Quite fine actually. 
What happened were basically computer problems, as well as travel preparations and other things that fall into the category of murphys law:when something starts going wrong, other things are going wrong too.
Still I&apos;m feeling better than I had in a long time, and that is not only...</description>
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    <description>Note: This is an addition to the one directly below, so you should read that first.

I guess part of the problem always was that I&apos;ve never actually talked with anyone about anything of it. I&apos;ve always been a sort of go-to person for some people, when they wanted to talk about their boyfriends, or their respective problems with teachers or anything, but I&apos;ve never talked about any of my real problems. After all whom should I&apos;ve been talking to?
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    <description>Back to school. Report / Essay done. The next tests coming up, but not before next week. I feel like I&apos;m slowly climbing out of that black hole that had me engulfed in the last few weeks. But still, I&apos;m not completely out.

The news my mum brought last week were indeed no good ones. Her companion is ill. The prognosis is bad. He has been operated on Friday. His Birthday was on Saturday. I haven&apos;t yet decided whether I should go and visit him. I haven&apos;t yet decided whether to bring him a present either....</description>
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    <description>About an hour ago my Admiral, aka Mum, called and said she needed to talk to me. She was already in town and would drop by later, she wouldn&apos;t tell me on the phone why. And since then it occurred to me that she had already called on Saturday, although she had right well known that I had to work and wouldn&apos;t come home on the weekend. And after I had told her my shift-times she had waited until she knew I&apos;d be home, to call again. 
But that makes me wonder: What is so urgent it can&apos;t wait until I come...</description>
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    <description>How old are you again, kid?
SEWENTEEN, Sir!
I was never that young...
No, you were younger.

A little joke, comprised of two quotes from Chekov, we came up with last year for Liz&apos; birthday. And tonight is the last time I&apos;ll be able to use it, for in less than three hours, she&apos;ll turn eighteen. And I can&apos;t believe we&apos;re there already.

It&apos;s a year, since I graduated. A whole year in which we haven&apos;t seen each other in person regularly. And I&apos;m quite surprised I&apos;ve survived that so far. 

But I also...</description>
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    <description>Today I had the first choir practice in over a month, and to say it with one word, it was absolutely wonderful. It is something that keeps me going, something I can look forward to. And yet...
Next weekend we are going to sing in church. That means that today was the second last practice before that, and the talk started what is to come when, as well as rehearsing some shorter pieces, like the kyrie-calls which made me think of my old church-choir. And how I miss it. It&apos;s really true that you only...</description>
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