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So I realized if you read just the beginning of my last post, it seems like I get interred in hospitals or the such quite often. This, I assure you, isn't, er, the case. ie, not true. I am in many ways (ok. forget any possible protozoan lingering picked up backpacking around the world) and have been a rather healthy human specimen. really! ^^


specimen?

I am now sitting at the kitchen table in my house (my parents' house? I am never quite sure how best to refer to it) in beautiful, Morgantown ,West Virginia, listening to the birds chirp (hooray for sun decks!). I started a book. I'm trying, for just a moment, to forget that there are a bunch of things I need to do/arrange. I do, unfortunately, have a slight headache, but I am optimistic about the state of such things, as the last (and only other) time I went to the migraine clinic, my migraines slowly got better and better over the following month until they kind of became *stable.* (I am going to smile over that one ^_^ ) I am perhaps a little anxious to do a couple errands that require the use of a car. (my father in his vast, abstract musings on asymptotics, the universe, and the state of such things, did not, it seems, ponder the idea that I might need the car he rode off in this morning). So I sit and think perhaps I should get back to my book and quiet my inner, slightly anxious monologue. (of little lego soldiers fighting each other?) -_-; fleeting image. really.

I will be getting back to New York either Wednesday evening or Thursday morning. (To do my laundry!) among other things best done in the morning ^^