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March 30, 2008
Balance

There is a strange undercurrent between my mother-in-law and me. I cannot sense exactly what it is, or if there is any balance in it at all, but it is unmistakably there. She is watching me, waiting for me to slip and reveal that I am in fact, human: talkative and volatile. I feel that I can be more and more of myself, and let the immature version of me crawl back into her hole. I feel that I can make an impression that will not fail, and that I donít need to stretch too much to make it.