Tiny Tim got kicked out of Johnson Hall, and her and I are moving into an open room in Scales on the first floor. It should be fun. I have yet to tell my present roommate about the change; I'm worried she might be offended and I don't like to cause discomfort to anyone. I'll have to tell her sometime today or tomorrow.
My breaks are always bittersweet. On the one hand I see Mo, and the family. On the other hand, I am faced with the wreck of my mother to deal with. I'm at a loss as to how to help her cope with her life, but she's clearly unable to pull herself from her wallow of self-loathing. Her third marriage is almost done, at least according to her. But I don
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I cannot sleep; I am having visions. Of the past, and of great hulking shapes standing over me (who's intentions can only be malevolent). I do not know what the purpose of these visitors is, but I hope it's a product of my prayers and meditations. I will all of the pieces of my life to come together and show thier true form: my destiny. All of the
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