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Maybe I should join a group for people who use political discussion as a substitute for telling folks how they really feel ("Every time I get the courage to ask where the relationship is going, I start a discussion on Tibet"). Soferet was fun to talk to, but my natural relucantance to rush things was an annoying undercurrent, like a low level buzz or silence after the train leaves the station. I ended up eating lunch and pumpkin frozen yougurt (much better after it is smooth and on its way to melting). We might see Metropolis soon, though.

Um, it reminds me that I still haven't talked to Sivan. He might be happy for me. I just can't seem to write down much, but I am singing every chance I can get. My novels nag at me, and I am wondering if when bills are paid off, I will buy another tape recorder to talk out the chapters, since the physical work of typing it in intimindates me. It is strange to say, but it is true. Or it is just sacrificing most things to get sleep.

And I still to get some goddamn stamps.