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Went to feminism and children's lit classes today. First one okay, second boring as usual. (I read more of Davies' World of Wonders the whole class.) Learned I have to write a couple of papers. I can't make myself be interested in school right now. Just can't. I'll do it, last minute, half-assed. Whatever.

Back here again. Feels better to be here. During the holidays this week I was back to my old sleeping-eating-tv-internet-repeat-repeat-repeat pattern. And feeling horrible. Now if I feel horrible at least I'm doing it here with Gina.

Want to be with Kitana so bad. She needs to be hugged and I'm not there. Even considered calling Crissy and demanding she hunt Kit down and hug her at the show tomorrow. Probably won't do that. Probably.

Saw something disturbing on the PATH ride over here. Two seats away from me, a businessman-type. Near the end of the ride, I noticed him mumbling to himself, or to the couple nuzzling across from us. Since they paid no attention to him I thought he was just talking to himself. The businessman and I both stood up to get off the train at Harrison, and that's when the businessman (drunken businessman?) stopped in front of the couple (who were dusky-skinned, which I suppose is significant these days) and mumbled something angrily to them. I couldn't tell whether he said "terrorists" or "Harrison". They didn't have time to react-- barely time to look up-- before he was out the door, and me following him with a look of bafflement bordering on horror. Several other passengers exiting exchanged this look of baffled horror with me. What the hell? What the fuck? Not in my city. Not on my PATH train. Keep it outside. Take it away, drunken businessman.

Maybe we're all walking on nails now.

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