2:53 a.m. - May 29, 2002
Can't sleep and can't write, what good is this journal?
Can't sleep.
Found a picture of myself between the pages of Love Medicine, when I had earrings and braids. Bathsheba, do you remember that, or was it before your time? Made me laugh at myself and that was good, much needed today.
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I said I wouldn't talk about it any longer. Out of sight, out of mind, out of journal. Problem is, it doesn't work that way.
