...god laughs ( Read more... )

Three years ago.
Right now.
Where was I?
Who was I then?

What has changed?
What hasn't changed?

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They say that smell is linked to memory.
I just remembered Bovina. And Arizona. All of my memories of my grandparents with my father came rushing back.
As I stood in front of the Libe.
I do not remember asking to remember everything like that.

Who have I become?

http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/fredakiel

Godspeed, littlest Kiel.
We can't be right without you.

Love,
D.

Looks like I can't sleep again.
Boo on that.

At least this term is going better.
Sigh.
But it won't keep going well if I don't start getting some sleep.

Fare thee well, I'm back to bed... maybe to read the Science Times, hopefully to sleep.

7 March, 2006 ( Read more... )

Kirby Puckett died.
As did a piece of me.

14 February 2006
Class Day: Thirty.
Days until Winter Term is over: 28.

13.5 hours of sleep last night.

Daily posts will resume Monday.