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hmm. the world seems so strange, particularily my world. Last night I had a blast at this wedding in Tampa, which was at the Wyhdam hotel, and ultra swanking. Unfortunately a large percentage of those present were republicans, but then again, who but republicans would have this fabulously expensive wedding at one of the swankiest hotels in Tampa. Big Irish/Scottish/English wedding. A scotch irish MacNeil and she married a Hawthorne. I was practically serenaded by the bagpipe player, who was a NYFD player and uncle to the bride. That was cool. I rarely have the opportunity to hear a good bagpiper. It made me want to go out to a pub afterwards, cept my ears were tired, since the music is always too loud at weddings. Great food too. Anything I might have wanted they had. Now today, was just one of those horrible introspective days that requires medication. I might be dying. In fact this journal might be a witness to the deterioration of my mental health, but hopefully that's not the case. A large part of me hopes. However, take heart in the full moon this evening Dartanian. A rather spectacular full moon, bathing my windows in light. I am buoyed by the quote, " We have loved the stars too much to be afraid of the dark." Thats how today feels. It also feels very cyclical in honor of the full moon. Bulldogs asleep on the couch, medication working like a charm. Soon it will be time for bed. The end of a day I could have done without.