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S. and I were out to lunch and she was, in so many words, trying to urge me to choose between her and Stephen. I wouldn't. I was on the verge of tears because some part of me knew that I was deeply conflicted and there was no way out.

I successfully ran three miles and was ready to run more. I was practically running in circles, I so much wanted to continue on.

I had two boyfriends and Stephen was one of them. I was fairly certain he would not like finding out about my other boyfriend so I kept them separate and never allowed the other boyfriend to sleep over at my house, which I shared with Stephen. I was anxious about the whole situation but it was a done deal and it had been going on this way for awhile, so there was nothing to be done.

I saw AQ and she had her dog with her.

I was in an unfamiliar city in the U.S. Standing on a corner, surrounded by tall buildings and a park nearby, everything stopped. The stillness grew loud. Omigod, I said aloud. Everything just got very still. I hope there won't be an earthquake. A moment later, the earth began shaking and shook violently as I ran through the streets with other strangers, trying to look up and down to make sure buildings wouldn't topple over on us, or the ground wouldn't open up.
(Sua, Ecuador)

Night before last: I went to two different houses where the living room was given over to a certain type of art project. The second house was the white house with all the cactus out front. When I went in I discovered it belonged to Morgan. There were all these young men in one room working on computers or doing other tasks. I walked into the living room and it was set up very strategically. The point was that you entered the room and you were able to look around, open drawers, find clues, and solve a mystery of something that had occurred in the room. I was very impressed and began looking around. I noticed the blue carpet with black arrows, a ceiling fan, and the open drawers of the desk. I very much liked the idea of houses using their living rooms for art like this.

Last night: I was in the beginnings of a serious courtship with Curt. We were holding hands and staring each other in the eyes a lot, and he left class early to hang out with me, and I quit class early to hang out with him. He was going to take me skiing for the weekend, even if it meant I would not ski since I had never been before. I wanted to merely spend time with him and he agreed with me. It felt warm and sexy and sweet.