June 28th, 2001


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Yuriy got me today. He is the store manager, and he prank called me successfully. He has a very strong Russian accent, but he tried to sound like a woman. Even after I knew it was a prank, I thought it was Tamara, our former assistant manager (also Russian). It was very funny.

It's strange. I feel SO depressed sometimes, and SO happy at other times. I think my ego is trying to fix itself, but doesn't know how...

I sent two emails to Yahoo personals yesterday. I don't know if anything will come of them, but anything is better than this limbo, this slow decay of spirit.