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So things are slowly improving.

I got a plant at the street faire yesterday and tomorrow I plan to get a tamale. The plant is named Millicent. The tamale has not got a name. Millicent is a Jew, a Bolivian Jew, in fact. The tamale is not.

Don't ask me why I'm buying a plant and a tamale. I shouldn't. I already have too many things to spend money on and given that I charged $450 of scuba equipment to my charge card last weekend, I should be living a life of financial celibacy. But I need to take Rupert to the vet, spend another hundred dollars getting him vaccinated and microchipped. I need to take my bike in for a tune-up. I need pants. There are things I want for my birthday, unlike the usual times when I really just want a pat on the back and some cash. But these things are expensive (A Columbia jacket from REI, a pair of cords from AF, financing for scuba gear) and I know that my retarded relatives, meaning well, will nod and get me potholders instead. Fuck your facist potholders!!

I'm almost done with my pro-ana article. I think it's coming out objective to both sides of the issue. It's been hard not to be too sympathetic or too antagonistic toward the "movement." I'll just be glad it's over.

I'm feeling better but I'm still sick and tired. I need to rest this weekend so my sinus congenstion can dissipate and not give me a hard time while diving. Ooh, and I'm loving ballroom dancing. It's just so much fun and makes me all giggly and effeminate!! Hee hee! Justin keeps grumbling about the class but I know he's having a good time, and he dances really well! I look over at him and I can't stop grinning and grinning.

Still, there's no time for much of anything but work and homework. I want to have a good time, to remain busy and challenged but to have time for myself and others. Sadly, it's just not happening. I'm still trying to find me amongst the madness.

Where did I go? Perhaps I'm just one of the crumbs eaten by the ducks...