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July 18, 1997 2:55PM EST Five of three. I'm outta here in 5 minutes, hitting the road to head north for a wekend of parental visitations. There is the usual sense of anticipation and panic which accompanies such visits. Sabs' mom will undoubtedly make me feel ... inadequate, without meaning to. My parents will undoubtedly make Sabs feel unwelcome at some point. That's just the way it is. The other purpose of this visit is to bid good-bye to Shana, who is leaving for England in October to acquire another valuable piece of paper which says that she digs the middle ages. The Master's degree. Something which is becoming a concrete possibility for so many of my friends and is still just a golden dream for me. Someday, I keep promising myself, someday. Well, I told Sabs I would leave by 3pm and the clock just shifted from 2:59 to 3:00. So I guess I'd better stuff the rest of my sandwich in my face and run. |