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  <updated>2003-11-26T00:03:52Z</updated>
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    <title>M's Work</title>
    <published>2003-11-26T00:03:52Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-26T00:03:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">M called in sick to work.  I can't believe it.  She wants to get fired.  I do not want another loser girlfirend. Great. Just great.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellejardin:2902</id>
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    <title>Aspen</title>
    <published>2003-11-25T16:34:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-25T16:34:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Double Brr.  Its in the 20s here.   I can't wait to go home.  It might snow on Friday.   I'm so tired!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellejardin:2067</id>
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    <title>Aspen</title>
    <published>2003-11-18T04:26:35Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-18T04:27:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Flew in to Aspen.  Wow, there's a ton of snow.  Ok, not really a ton, but enough to make it cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its stopped snowing, which is a bummer.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellejardin:2047</id>
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    <title>My sisters Birthday Party et al</title>
    <published>2003-11-17T03:28:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-17T03:28:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I flew up to Seattle on Saturday morning.  I'm so glad that I had my passport, since that lost wallet thing is cramping my style.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking through the airport and this guy asked me about my backpack.   Its the blue one that L bought me in Canada.  Apparently this guy liked the bison on it.   We started talking and he was the pilot on my flight.  He said to come up front once I got on the plane.   I did.  OH MY GOD.  It was the coolest thing I have ever seen in my whole life.  The oxygen mask was hydraulic and when the co-pilot flipped a swing, it did this Matrix-type thing and fit to his head.  Amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;When I went back to my seat (First Class) the guy next to me didn't think it was so cool and starting talking about war.  I'm not pro-war. Geesh. This was so cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ picked me up from the airport and we went straight to DOV.  I got my replacement license in like 15 minutes. How cool is that?   We came home and I crashed out for HOURS.  While out, my replacement VISA card came FedEx.  Double awesome.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellejardin:1760</id>
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    <title>Travels</title>
    <published>2003-11-15T07:19:15Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-15T07:19:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems back on track with M.  Yah. I'm so spending the rest of my life with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. has a guy over! How strange is that?  I've been her roomie for what? A month plus? Dood this is funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave at the butt crack of dawn for Seattle.  Ugh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellejardin:1296</id>
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    <title>Sick still</title>
    <published>2003-11-14T04:05:14Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-14T04:05:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am still sick.   I came home early from Chicago and lost my wallet.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellejardin:794</id>
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    <title>Chicago</title>
    <published>2003-11-12T14:18:48Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-12T16:02:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here I am in Chicago.  Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 20 after 8 and the clients haven't shown up yet.  How annoying is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M finally called last night, but I couldn't understand the message.  I'm really freaked out that this is all falling apart on me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bellejardin:632</id>
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    <title>Airports</title>
    <published>2003-11-12T03:52:07Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-12T03:52:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I spend more time in airports than I do in my own home.  They are really strange places.   There are people that are excited to be going places.  People that don't want to leave.  Other business people that could really care less, since the per diem is worth sitting around.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally heard from M.  She went home and fell asleep until noon.</content>
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    <title>San Francisco</title>
    <published>2003-11-11T18:05:09Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-11T18:05:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I moved to SF over a month ago.   I am still having a terrible time making friends.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a job interview yesterday.  It went well.  On the way to the interview, there was a picture of the Space Needle on the street.  I picked it up and kept it.  Is it a sign that I need to go home?</content>
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