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muddy waters ~ January 3, 2002 - 11:24 p.m. I'm tired, and my neck hurts, and I want a home. but I'm ok, y'know. I'm trying to get back into the idea that I write in this diary every day, whether I feel like I've got anything to say or not. so yeah, this neck thing... I'm not sure what my body's trying to tell me. it's like a giant, heinous crick-in-the-neck that's been going on since new year's. too much kama sutra maybe, I don't know. I can't move my neck in certain directions. and the pain's not severe, but it's constant. I feel like I'm falling apart. and I finally decided it's time that I did a yoga residency up at mount madonna, where ever no longer lives... but I'm too late for the session that starts in a week, so I'll have to apply for the one that starts six weeks from now. and in the meantime, I hurt. and I still have no home. and it's still the rainy season. and even though I know that everything's going to come together, and probably sooner than I think, I'm tired. just tired, is all. risa's horoscope says that I need to reconnect spiritually. that's probably true. I haven't meditated once since my ten-day retreat, and that's the longest I've gone without in ages. it feels like I'm in between things, and it has for awhile. a time of shift and change. I'll let you know when things are more clear.
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