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January 24, 2005
Snow falls as I shuffle home. I lug a carry-all with a take-home project, and a heavy gym bag. I am walking to my own apartment, from the gym where I pay my membership, across the street from the firm where I work.

I think about the years I worked 40 hours/week waitressing, took 18 credit hours, and slept 4 hours every night.

Tonight, I am going home to shower and have drinks with a friend. I'll sleep 7 hours tonight, and tomorrow I will do some research on a summer trip to Italy.

This is where I should be.