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February 16, 2014
Last night, a friend tells me that I may be staying in a cabin by the lake for April. Ordinarily, this would be like winning the lottery. Finally, the smell of the woods in my backyard. Of nature awakening. Yellow on green and brown. Stirring. But these are unfamiliar woods in an unfamiliar rural nowhere. And me with my brown skin. Cabin in the Woods, part deux, anyone?

I am just feeling angsty. I want to go to SoCal and sleep under the sun. I want to be old, comfortable, and months from dying.