tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post3945487817144955116..comments2023-06-14T08:24:49.862-04:00Comments on the proper prophet: imaginary friendsprophethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-88344312429537828942007-09-21T10:23:00.000-04:002007-09-21T10:23:00.000-04:00you know what I read somewhere recently? There's ...you know what I read somewhere recently? There's a POST-dissertation stress syndrome AS WELL!!! <BR/><BR/>Man. What did we let ourselves in for?<BR/><BR/>As for 'kind words'. . . . my thanks also to you. . . .prophethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13585247863545530615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391189867851663743.post-9645221740017467382007-09-16T09:30:00.000-04:002007-09-16T09:30:00.000-04:00About friends new and old, real and imaginary: I c...About friends new and old, real and imaginary: I can so relate to this. My best woman was my best friend through college; after the wedding, our friendship slowly faded away. I check in on her blog daily just to see that she's okay (and she checks on mine), but it's a weird lurking kind of friendship that could one day stop altogether or be renewed. It's weird. My mother-in-law once said that Lee Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10679175637515488525noreply@blogger.com