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Oh please no...   
06:04pm 09/11/2004
mood: anxious
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Fatalistic much?   
07:40pm 07/11/2004
mood: annoyed
Har har. Oh, the wonders of my life...Collapse )

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10:21pm 29/10/2004
mood: tired
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04:50pm 27/10/2004
mood: lonely
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01:47pm 11/10/2004
mood: accomplished
Isis sat at her desk, typing up an e-mail to one of her...contacts. Friends, really. She didn't have to go into the business talk with him. He understood her, it seemed, and she appreciated him. What an enigma was Mr. Anthony J. Crowley. A very odd man.

...so now the exhibit's come to Domino City, Japan, and here I am. I remember I last visited Domino City seven yeats back to help a...friend and participate in a tournament. It would be fascinating if I met up with them again. Really fascinating. Most of the people I hung out with were teenagers, and now they'll all be adults...

She finished the message and hit the "send" button. Sighing, Isis leaned back in her chair.

Japan. Japan again. And Domino, no less. Quite an odd coincidence, really. Seven years. Seven years.

Time flies, she reflected, closing her eyes and pondering this state of affairs. Well. At the very least she'd see a few old...friends. How old would they be now? Twenty-one? Twenty-three?

Maybe we can talk... Doubtful, though. What was the chance they had nothing to talk about with her? Isis racked her brain.

She had graduated from college a few years ago. Then graduate school. Continued work as an archaeologist as well as delving into a few...other interesting jobs. Managed to remain single, for which she was rather glad, as her jobs forced her to move about quite a bit. Written a few articles for magazines. Taken up painting and sketching. Gotten a cat.

It hadn't been a fruitless past few years, but looking back it all seemed rather pointless compared to the sort of things she had done when she was twenty. Oh well. She didn't mind. It had been a freeing experience, one which she enjoyed.

She filled the cat's food and water dishes. Neferu-Ra was nowhere to be seen, but Isis knew the Siamese was about somewhere. It had taken a few calls to find a hotel that accepted animals, but she had been successful.

Standing up, she picked up her handbag. Might as well go out and see if she could find some friends. After all, no point in delaying.