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Diagnosis: lack of cardiac thump.

Shopping was a pretty good time. Even though it was raining and being at the mall is generally terrible, it was a pretty good time. I don't really get to hang out with John all that much anymore, so it was nice getting to do that again. I mean, just hanging out with him. Usually it's within the context of hanging out with the gang. And it was something I took for granted. Just chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool.

I think it's something he doesn't do all too often now. And that's bad. So we walked around, shopped, ate, drove around a little and talked about goofy stuff. Just like old times. I've always wondered how adults can lose track of their friends so easily. That always boggled my mind. I mean, if you're such good friends, how can you just stop hanging out with them and doing friend stuff? I think I understand it a little better, now.

We just get too caught up in ourselves and what we think we should be doing. And then we forget about the things and people around us and by the time we look up, it's too late: everything is gone. I don't think I'm going to let that happen.

The worst thing about shopping is that it costs money. I only bought a couple of things, but my wallet is reeling. And people wonder why I have a small wardrobe.

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