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When I got back from my class last night, the box with the rice and my teddy bear in it was waiting for me. Hooray!

This morning I had a dream about needing to have one of my lower back molars pulled. When I got up and got put together and checked my e-mail, I had e-mail from Hillary, who had one of her wisdom teeth out yesterday. Weirdness. I don't have any wisdom teeth any more. Mine were all taken out at once before I went to France for a semester. I wonder what the French word for "wisdom teeth" is?

I spent much longer than I should have last night trying to get my printer to print. It was even more frustrating than usual because it acted like a communication problem between the printer and the computer, and nothing I'd done to the computer since last week should have caused that. At midnight or so, I gave up, and came back to it this morning. It seems that MS Word had set my document to print in color, but since it was a black and white document, the printer didn't like that. Sigh. At least I finally got the document printed and didn't have to run out and buy more ink.

This being the day it is, I feel I should have something deep to say, but I can't think of anything.

Me, in a nutshell, right now

I knew I carried a blank book around for a reason. This is what I wrote while I sat in the plaza between the student center and the library.

Coffee. I'm drinking coffee for the first time since life settled into a semblance of order. Granted it's decaf, but it's a flavor I find I missed.

Today, 9/11/03, is gorgeous. Blue, cloudless, cool in the shade, warm in the sun. The fountain cools the breeze and blows mist across the plaza, and I sit drinking my coffee and watching the world go by.

There are chalked messages everywhere urging me to "go Greek". Even if I wanted to, they wouldn't want me.

I think tonight calls for an omelet for dinner. Mushroom and cheese, and maybe tomato. Or broccoli. And broccoli. We'll see.

Mohawk, baggy shorts and purple Converse, male. Cornrows and ponytail, white, female. Nothing I haven't seen before, nothing as wild as Oberlin.

Tomorrow I must shower, do laundry and do research. Translation research, not research research.

I still want somebody to curl up with. Maybe I would sleep the way I used to.