Sunday, May 13, 2012

May 13, 1991



I wake up and am soon thankful that it's not a week from today.  I feel sore, but I also feel sick, almost as though I've been poisoned.  I continue to prepare a disproportionate amount of time preparing for upcoming workshops. I pick up Andy at daycare and spend most of the evening looking forward to sleep.

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