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January 26, 2005
On my head is a turquoise towel that, when I wrapped it, turban style, around my brown, short hair smelled vaguely sour as if it had been left wet for too long.

On my feet are brown slipper socks decorated with a squeaky fuzzy puppy head with one white eye.

In the middle I am still dressed in what I wore to bed as I try to fulfill my last few days of writing 100 words a day.

Never mind that the clock in the bottom right-hand corner of my computer monitor says nearly ten-thirty. I must finish this month...