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pie eyed photos Yesterday was pleasant enough, but since I was so tired I didn't have that much time to get overly sentimental. Not only was I tired, but with the incredibly rushed pace there wasn't much time for me to relax or truly take in what was happening. If anything most of yesterday was a complete blur for me, which when I think about it some more isn't that unusual for the holiday season. Somehow everything gets so accelerated in such a short amount of time. On a side note this was the third year in a row that I have worked on Thanksgiving and unless something changes, I'll probably be working it next year as well. ... Once I arrived at my destination, there was food, family and assorted stories. It was the first time that I had seen my parents in months. While I was there I got to see the photos that were taken at the fiftieth anniversary party and I have to say that I do not photograph well. In every single shot it looks as though I were stoned. My eyelids always seem to be drooping, but I am used to it by now. Actually I do much better in straight on mug shot syle photos. ... On the return trip, I took my sister back with me. We talked about school and it seems that we have differing opinions about it. She is tired of it and would rather just work, while for me it is so much better than what I do at work. She was planning on going out for the night and her boyfriend pulled up to my house minutes after we arrived. ... I didn't seen Ann last night when I went into work and in my sleep deprived mind that bothered me. To put it another way, I took her absence personally. Then when I heard that my counterpart had come in for four hours just to talk with her I started to steam even more. Part of me felt betrayed. All of the time that I had invested in listening to her and then I'm no longer good enough for her. Now almost twenty-four hours later all of that thinking seems insane if not completely selfish. Three hours of sleep is a good way to let the more primal feelings come to the surface. What I need to keep telling myself is that her problems are her own and she has to resolve them by herself. Now if she could only see that she is the source of most of her problems then maybe her life would get better. I am still curious to know why my counterpart came in to visit. Maybe it was motivated by compassion. I don't know. He probably knew that she would be spending the holiday alone. What makes this visit even more strange is that he condemned her from the first time that he met her and it was only after listening to me that he decided to give her another chance. In fact he was just complaining about her on Wednesday night. I guess that I must have missed something here.
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