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Very odd. In the past two days, the x and 3 former flames have called, and 1 emailed. Nothing specific, but they apparently just want to know 'how I'm doing' and see if I wanted to get together to 'catch up' on old times. Mmmm... no thanks. Small talk has never been my thing, but I was innocuous enough in the pleasantries (to which I limited to a maximum of 10 minutes each - I'm not that gracious). Yes, there was a slight mention of the fantastic, handsome, wonderful man in my life. Cruel, aren't I?

2 days PTO 4 quarts of orange juice 2 boxes of cold medication (day/night) 872 cough drops 1 nostril working at a time 2 boxes of kleenex 1 doctor's visit 1 $15 copay 3 peanut butter sandwiches 5 cans of soup 1 also-sick boyfriend 3 calls from said sick boy ... and there's nothing like a pair of flannel pj's

It is the lunar new year. 2004 is the Year of the Monkey, who symbolizes energy, activity, mischief and loyalty. It is proposed that this year (4701 in the old calendar) will bring exciting events and changes, as well as the unexpected. A lot of unexpected things have happened in the last year. The demise of my marriage, my living situation, the support of my friends and family, and, just recently, meeting A. I never expected any of those things to happen to me, and I could never have predicted how I would react in those situations. But I can say that I now feel like I can face the unexpected without hesitation. I feel that I can own up to the unknowns and the uncertainties now more than ever. Speaking of unexpected, mom gave me a hong bao last night with a twenty in it. Love her, but I have a cold right now and feel ick. Happy New Year!

I just spent every waking (and non-awakening) moment of the last two days with the most amazing man I've ever met. It was completely spontaneous and blissful in every aspect. It was open and honest and free. It was funny and laughable and wacky. We are completely disgusting to outsiders when adoring each other, and I am loving every minute.

I never took to the stage like my sister. Instead of wanting to be in the limelight, I preferred the cozy darkness of the places in which I could hide from the noise of everyday. I would while away the afternoons of my youth in the shadows of our home, sometimes with toys, games, but almost always with books. Oddly enough, many of my favorite hiding spots were underneath furniture. An early favorite was underneath a coffee table. But this coffee table was unlike any other. My father purchased it while in Macao, and it is basically a six-foot long and six-inch thick cross section of a huge tree. At the tender age of three, this became my sanctuary as I could easily slide underneath the monstrosity with plenty of room to spare. After a while I grew, to where more space was a necessity. I found another spot underneath the large mahogany dining room table. My mother flew to Hong Kong specifically to purchase the intricately carved table, with its rose-colored wood gleaming. It seated eight, so it was perfect to hide underneath and sprawl out without being found. The chairs created a perfect distraction for the occasional passer-by as to not reveal a bibliophile with her books underneath it. My bedroom furniture consisted of a desk with a corner-shaped table-top bookshelf which also had another perfect alcove for me to hide in. It was smaller than the space under the dining table, but had prime location in my bedroom. A hiding spot within a hiding spot, so to speak. As I got older, I had outgrown most of my hiding spots (literally and figuratively). I soon became the adolescent who always wanted to hide far away from home. The alcoves beneath furniture were soon replaced by malls, record stores, and boyfriend's homes. But now, as I look around my mother's home, I am reminded of those favorite spaces and the comfort and security they provided. I remember the peaceful tranquility afforded by the dark obscurity those places provided. So I've made some adjustments, and moved some chairs, and my dog and I can comfortably fit underneath that old dining room table. Now at least once a week there is a book, a dog, and an almost grown-up girl, in one of my favorite spaces.