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Dec. 7th, 2003 11:23 pmMe, a firefighter... I just thought about that a few days ago, thinking of being called a fireman... Even if it's just as an EMT as I train on firefighting with a volunteer department... Talk about a childhood dream, and 9/11 memory... all merging. Yeah, I could get used to this =)
JC is hurting, I can tell. A few words from a phone call today sorta hit her hard. I'm trying to keep my distance and just be there for her as needed. My friend hurts, so I do too. What can I say, I'm just a big lovable fuzzball. I don't know any other way to be. My closest friends hurt, or worry, and I get on edge and want to be available to them. That's just me.
Dinner at Olive Garden was yummmyyyy, Jess had fun, so did I. Food was good too, but I still prefer my sausage/peppers... mmmmmmmm. NIGHT!