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I don't know what to say really.
I'm tired as hell. Maybe because I'm afraid to sleep.
Perhaps I should scrub the bathroom. This sounds like a good idea.
I'd like for some things not to hurt, like looking at photographs in the newspaper.
This is not such a big thing to ask, I think.

I drove down and spent my afternoon in Metro before work, and then there were many maps, and then I came home. I did not feel brilliant today. But I did help Jim with his paper, and that was fun. I miss school. But I don't know what I want yet, so I'm not going back until I do. I saw Keith as well, and he looks the same as ever. Some things never change.

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I am better this day, in the perfectly weighted air and light.The grass and clover under my bare feet, the hem of my blue jeans at my ankles, the sun on my bare arms. All this and so very little more to make me happy.

Melynda and I are watching Much Ado About Nothing, one of Branaugh's finest pieces of Shakespeare. It's been year and I had forgotten how funny this movie is and how excellent the cast is. In the early hours of the morning we saw Possession which had some very well done scene shifts. Paltrow is a fine actress, and carries herself with a rare grace.

The news this morning is bad, and gets worse every hour. I can't bear to watch.