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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2001 15:40:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I got a bad feeling...</title>
  <author>andraste</author>
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  <description>I really hate coming into work feeling like crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a huge amount of work to do for my workshops at Monash tomorrow... and I have to go to Liz&apos;s mum&apos;s funeral... and arrange my Sydney and Brisbane workshops... it&apos;s all too much. Man, do I need a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know I have to work on at the moment is my self-confidence. I wonder why people would like me at all, and any tiny rejection makes me feel as if they don&apos;t, and as if I&apos;m an unworthy person. I know that I have to work on that one :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about my friends - especially Rachael and Robin - and I know they are extremely wonderful people, who wouldn&apos;t like me if there wasn&apos;t *something* good about me... I just wish that I could feel that when they&apos;re not there, reassuring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I think I&apos;ll call a shrink, and perhaps even join the gym...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2001 00:37:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Melancholy words</title>
  <author>andraste</author>
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  <description>Well, there aren&apos;t a lot of things to say at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m depressed (literally... hello Zoloft!) and premenstrual. I know I should go see a counsellor - I went so far as to get names of psychologists - but I haven&apos;t yet done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t got what I want, but I think I have things which are better for me anyway. At this stage my logical mind recognises that there are some people I&apos;m better off having as friends than as anything else. And I am hugely blessed with two of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to go to Liz&apos;s mum&apos;s funeral... and a lot of extra work has to be taken on. It&apos;s a tad messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s about all for now... I&apos;ll write more when I don&apos;t have a headache.</description>
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