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i am home. i am also something i never am: sick. really, uncomfortable so. my nose is trying to orgasm, not sneeze. it just tingles with pressure, bright red, all day. i smell terrible, but i can't tell. i have a lot of hair, and am excited to see what i look like in the summer. i am sad tday, because i loved the trip, and a quarter of me wants to do only that, forever. also, Ariane worries me, but that is sort of good. its been so long since i was interested in a person, and not the relationship. the song At the Hop makes me feel like i've lost something which used to make me. i stayed in a summer camp/church. our supervisor was sick, so it was just students, there. that is how it should be. people got so comfy and huggy. i just had to pretend to be asleep for a backrub! i liked the old men we worked with. i miss them, and the issues of old age interest me so. i can't think, i am too sick. really sick. embarrasingly so. i am almost ready for class. the trip was really fun.