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I must now write my sociology paper. It is due tomorrow. I don't want to do this. I really don't. But I will do this, and then it will be done. And then I will eat watermelon and watch The West Wing.

Today on the elevator in the subway there was a pregnant woman with her little girl. The woman was talking to a friend of hers, and as she was talking the little girl put her hand up inside her mommy's blouse and patted her tummy rhythmically until the elevator landed. It warmed the cockles of my sodden heart.

Kirsten is watching the 1987 PBS production of The Comedy of Errors, starring the Flying Karamazov Bros, again. She watches it as much now as she did back when we lived in Brooklyn and first taped it. I like that. I like that some things don't change.

Erica called me last night. She sounded silly. I screamed, "ARE YOU HIGH?" and she just giggled.

Tennessee Steph graduates from college this week. Then she comes back here. Finally, my four years of waiting are at an end.

My sweet boy Andrew's mother skipped town and left him homeless. He will likely move in with us until his high school graduation later this month. We have a very small apartment; he will sleep on an air mattress or something on the floor in the room that Kirsten and I share, I suppose. That will leave no floorspace, but we don't really use that floorspace anyway.

Some people should not be parents. Some people should have had their parental rights taken away years ago

That is enough dawdling. Now for writing paper. It's on "The Effectiveness of Various Strategies for Lowering High School Dropout Rates". I picked the topic myself. I will try to refrain from editorializing with comments like, "This program is BOGUS."

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