I thought I was going to make it to Bard one last time, and to New Hampshire one last time, but I'm not sure I can do it now. I'm stressed and tired and guilty-feeling for abandoning my father in some way and I don't want to see the world at all today, but of course I will, and my fingers are dying again (you know that bizarre skin thing that ( Read more... )

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Rather than making silly New Years' resolutions, I'm making some summer resolutions: three and a half months with no real responsibility (well, I suppose that's not QUITE true, but it ALMOST is) leaves me, for the first time in a long time (what is it now - eight years? nine that I've been rushing about working and carting children around?) to ( Read more... )

I don't know what to write ( Read more... )

I'm going batty.

Eight pages of paper to go and already I'm habitually repeating myself.

This just doesn't take that long to say.

I miss my Bard. I miss everyone there. I read Ginsburg this afternoon and was struck by nostalgia ( Read more... )

Hi All ( Read more... )

At school ( Read more... )

This sometimes happens. I'm feeling selfconscious so I'm changing my livejournal. That other one lasted quite a long while, really...

I think I change the journals mostly as my circumstances change.

That is to say: Hurrah! My circumstances are changing!