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September 21, 2008
And so I sat, watching an old episode of Bewitched, thinking of watching it years ago above the landing of my grandparent's apartment. Gently, I kneaded my soft stomach like batter, chastising myself for not exercising regularly but also comparing the human experience to maybe a day in the life of the Pillsbury doughboy: absorbing life experiences, emotions, sometimes even people with the expectation it should all be confined to one sedimentary layer in time. Many of my old relationships here in Michigan have changed, moving back over a year ago, leaving me with only a desire for more yeast.