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Okay, let’s see.  The night is too young.  There is still a lot of life left in the evening.  The brownie negates the hurt of rejection.  I suppose I will get over it.  I just have to let the feelings fester.  I need to let them have a life of their own.  Let them run amok for once and see where it gets us.

But we really can’t be too obsessed with failure.  It is my own fault, to be sure.  I am much too shy and it is killing me.  It’s leading to utter defeat even in the face of stunning victory,  I suppose there are greater battles to be fought.  I didn’t tell her what she needed when she needed it.  And again I find myself arriving late to the party.

There is nothing else to say although we know the story has not ended.  Desire still exists.  It  will be interesting to see how things unfold.  I am once again laid waste by my own hand.  There are plenty of wild excuses but I am uncomfortable using any of them.  We make preparations for the next round.  Hopefully I might see the light some day soon.  Hopefully I can see the light some day soon.  Surely there will be much more on the matter later. . .