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WhiteWave & Neko: Today’s over. And it was a good day. Uneventful. But good for that reason, if no other. I’m in an emotional stalemate. There’s a chick dieing. That’s grief. There was a guy in class that really has what I want. That’s admiration. I made a white-boy blunder in class by referring to an Elvis Presley song. That’s terror. I’m waiting to hear from you, Ellen. That’s vigilance. And it’s late. That’s just plain tired.

Today I had hope that I could add new interest in the blog by figuring out how to give each of us a gravatar. That’s a little picture that would appear by our name in each comment box. I signed up at gravatar.com. But I haven’t heard back. So, nothing to tell you yet.

Sleep tight,

David