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My first nightmares about traveling. Lots of spiders and sea shells and lost ID cards. I know already, subconscious. Please do not torment me any more than necessary. I will leave the house today, otherwise I will go mad.

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Finished Klima's No Saints or Angels this evening. For a book that deals so much in death and suffering, it is oddly not sad. At least not to me. I read through Gene's notes, and took a few of my own. Mostly because they struck, more than any desire to write an academic paper.

I think I'll go to Houston this weekend.