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Monday, Dec. 01, 2003 - 8:54 p.m.

Sure sign of my period: I started crying today while listening to an NPR piece about the first woman to swim across the English Channel.

Iím back! It was thrilling for the first day, cuddling with my cat and walking along the river with L. Then I realized nothing much had changed, neither my unvacuumed floor nor the fact that I never get any work done in my office or after I have a glass of wine with dinner. Probably this is all again connected to my period. The difference is I have a bunch of things I really need and want to do tonight and tomorrow, and instead Iím pacing around my apartment. Maybe this, too, is connected to my period. At any rate, I feel lame.

My trip was wonderful. Beyond the Chicago excitement thereís not much to tellÖI saw the wind knock an old woman over (she was okay), I drank a lot, I rode the bus around Madison, and I ate too much at Thanksgiving with a bunch of biochemists. In two weeks I depart again, this time for the Arizona Territory, and Iím very excited. The cat is not.

I feel a bit distanced from the internet, though, and from self-expression in general. Things are good, various life-related gears are clicking and grinding, and I'm excited, but I'm not feeling very introspective. Things feel too personal to talk about. Sometimes it gets like this, and I have to stall for a while before I can process it all. That's good, I think. But it doesn't feed the journal real well. I do apologize.

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