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The sermon for Thursday, Jun. 27, 2002 is: not awake 12:40 a.m. I'm going to sleep for the first time in 59 years. I came online just now just to see if Stephanie responded to my emails. It's ridiculous, suddenly I'm infatuated simply because she emailed me her phone number. (Warning to children: DO NOT DO THIS. DO NOT GIVE OUT PERSONAL INFORMATION TO STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET.) Her phoneline was engaged the two or three times I tried it idly throughout the day. And she hadn't responded to my emails. Suddenly I feel rebuffed; isn't that funny? Ah well, Stephanie, if you're reading this, forgive me. And dear Diary, forgive me as well, I never intended to use you as a refrigerator to leave Post-Its for my various internet housemates. I've just "chatted," if that would be the word, with my ex-girlfriend Clara in Buenos Aires. We broke up a year ago around this time and spoken scarcely since. An hour or two ago I came online and she instant-messaged me from out of the blue. I'm emotional now, I loved her so, indeed I love her still. I want to tell you all, Diary, but I'm far too sleepy, did I mention it's been a half-century snice the last time I've slept?
 
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