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There sure are days when staying connected is hard work. today is a different day. The sun came out this morning. It cleaved the clouds engorging my room with morning glory. I read some of my ancestral poetry and was delighted! I read in Gender Talk a book on gender relations in the Black/African American community. I listened to The Foreign Exchange album, which is actually called Connected. I listened to Roni Size, a composer of superior drum n bass music. And I made out with my pillow. Thinking about you. Feeling you. I almost sent you a text message yesterday. I find restraint much easier now, though day by day my desire to one day reconnect with you grows stronger. Life is not easy, nor is it promised... Therefore, I try to do my best to maintain and make sense of all the messages out here. I try to make calculated decisions that will allow me to live a prosperous, productive, and pleasing life. I try to really be myself no matter what...my best self. I am not always successful. I enjoy bright moments and revel ... It makes me want to cry when I am this happy. I think I've cried more in the past year than I have in my last 10-15 years of life. I am so thankful, so grateful to have met you. I am okay with living separated from you. I can even find joy in our being apart. This is madness! But a madness I embrace along with being black in America...having to be twice as good to achieve half as much. These fucks didn't hire me to work at this physical therapy clinic. I have theories...but, I am not discouraged...this one company will not stop my emerging legacy of healing. I got to both the initial interview and the follow-up early and was eager to learn...

"You cannot make me feel inferior without my consent," said Eleanor Roosevelt.

I have a physics test monday night... wish us well... I've been studying for days... Take care my sista... You are an inspiration.

-delano