Well, I'm back in Chicago after a lovely and too-brief visit back to Washington that filled me up with the knowledge that I'm too much of a West Coast girl to last long here, even if I love Chicago. And I'm still a little too freaked out about being cast out bareass alone into the world for good this time (although my pops informed me this visit that he sees a PhD as being part of my "destiny," which made me guffaw and nearly shoot beer through my left ventricle on its way to my nostril) to really form coherent sentences with words.

I did get a haircut today, so maybe that will help. I think it's cute, but I have to wait a few days to be sure.

And I put together my office yesterday, and my room the day before... threw out about 1,000,000 pages of schlock and managed to excavate vast mountain-range photocopies of articles and stories and poems and such (most from you, jw), which I have stored for two years and now have time to read. So, I'll be okay, but if any of you folks are in town in the next month, I could use some serious cuddling and snuzzling... as evidenced by my waking up this morning clinging to my only stuffed animal - Harry Mammothy, who is... I'll give you three guesses... yes, a Hairy Mammoth. See how witty I was even as a child? And yes, he's cute, but not as cute as a real live buddy, yep?

So. Well. End of Sentences. But here are some pictures of reclasserfying via palimpsests:






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Oh, and I've also vowed to primarily read Nonfiction books (mainly science, history, and political stuffs rather than the memoir side) for the next three months, so if you have any suggestions, that would be great. I am currently reading a brolaw pick called The Starship & the Canoe, which at the rate I'm going, will be done within the week. It's good, by the way. But not helping with the Pac-NW homesickness.

later gaters.

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