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December 14, 2001
The world conspires to keep me awake today, and the memories of yesterday remain freshest without the separation of a night sleeping, dreaming. Work intervenes, bringing new issues and possibilities. I don't know if I'm excited or not, if the layers of exhaustion masks that reaction, or if my disappointment over this detour - not altogether unexpected, and needed at some time if I'm to achieve the final End Goal - is more than I acknowledge.

At the party next door tonight, it becomes clear I live between two worlds - neither suburban married, nor city living single, I belong only to myself.