I'm sorry I'm yelling in my diary title. I'm also sorry this really isn't a diary. I must vent, however, or blow an aneurysm.
My 30th high school reunion is fast approaching. Due to work and money constraints, it's looking like I won't be able to attend. This was initially distressing, but the more emails I receive from one of my closest high school friends, Connie, the more I'm not too horribly upset.
More self-therapy below the jump, if you're interested.
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