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This week sucked. I got reamed out by agents several times, was handling all of my work plus my colleague's who was out. Also, I found out that my cousin, Christiana Fesmire was murdered. She went missing over the summer. Her killer has been arrested, but her body still hasn't been found. It's a pretty messed up story. Apparently she had been working as an escort and when her parents found out they disowned her. She was killed that very same night. I just can't wrap my head around this. And in other family news my deceased uncle's ex-wife had some sort of mental breakdown. Their sons are now staying with other relatives. It's been one hell of a week.

It hasn't been all crap, though. Last night was date #2 with John. We went to New Hope and had dinner at Fran's Pub. We spent the next several hours wandering around the town, looking out at the river, talking, and kissing. The last two nights have been magical. I keep pinching myself to be sure that I'm not dreaming. I mentioned something along those lines to John and he said, "Maybe it's just our time." I'm looking forward to seeing what grows between us and where this goes.