It's not my cross to bear.

I've been sketchy lately.

I made a trip up to northern Michigan to visit the Joynton family. I think it was really healthy for me; a good start for my altered diet, getting away from my job and the tension at my home. Free, continuous thought was not impeded and I was able to look at my life from afar. I also was served my favorite dish, african ground nut stew, as well as went cross country skiing and sledding.

I also went up to lake travis for a weekend and camped with Meghan. I was reminded how much I like the open road. I finally made it out to see Tracy Conover.

I've accomplished much with my new eating habits. But I've also found that a lot of things are becoming very harsh to me; caffeine, alcohol, dairy, etc. I've enjoyed a wonderful lentil dish, brazilian black bean soup, carrot soup, and a lot of vegetables and rice. I've lost a lot of weight too, which I didn't intend. I'm hoping to get a chicken soon.

I finished reading Cien Años de Soledad. I've never felt such intense emotion in my entire life. I felt like I lost all of my pigmentation and my chest cavity had emptied. I'm not sure what I'm going to read next. I have many books that I'm looking forward to reading, but I need something to clean my palate, I guess. Any suggestions?

No progress has been made towards the likelihood of me answering a phone call or email. It's getting to be so rash, I think I've lost some good friends and I feel horrible about it. I owe people so much.

I promise to update very often. I think.