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November 23, 2004
Confusion
Confusion, and yet my mind has never felt more clear for months. It has been months, not years as I thought. But so long, it felt like years. I need to go back there and get my journal. Much of what has happened is a haze, and hopefully that will help fill in the blanks. I am reluctant though.. perhaps I shall send someone to fetch it for me.
I need to go into town and fetch some clothes.. too tired though, I think I've done too much already today. Slept a good day and a half. Need to get out- no.. I do not wish to face the world, not yet. All the strange faces. And Acerbe, I need to tell him to stop looking, if he still is.