2003-06-30 / 6:17 p.m.

Patrick responded well to his introduction to my rampant insanity, which came in the form of the Nicole Kidman atrocity. He said, "Well, it's a good thing you don't have manic episodes, isn't it?"

It's peaceful here. This house is spotless. Food presents itself, as does beer. The backyard is a ceaselessly amazing hill; rocks bigger than my fists covered in red dirt. Elevation changes are new and exciting. I drove around curves and went up and then down and came to rest at a park where I contemplated change and got my shoes wet. Adventure is slated for tomorrow, when I'm leaving the safe quietness of just outside the town and heading for the maelstrom itself. And I shall be triumphant. Because everyone says to and the only way to conquer self doubt is not to have any.

Such a wonderful weekend, I was tired when it was ended by the carrying in of boxes and unpacking of books... but I'll miss that. It was such a great goodbye. Words and food and hugs and puppies and the Coreys. Thank you. I wrote you guys a poem; it's in revision two right now and you may get to read it sometime before my thirtieth birthday.

Emails and letters on the way soon, to all.

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