The following is from the paper journal. It's really rather old information, and doesn't reflect the current facts of my life.

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March 29th, 2002

I'm sitting here in a quiet solitude bordering on loneliness. I was going to go to the movies but couldn't get my atm card to work. (Mainly because I couldn't remember the order of digits in my pin number, I never use the damn thing) So, instead I'm sitting here eating only passable Thai food rather clumsily seasoned.

I love my man's bag. Yes it's a purse. Sitting here at the corner of Gay and Gay, I've already seen two other men with purses. :)

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March 30th, 2002

Something from deep within keeps calling to me, "Quit teaching." It says, in an all to soothing and comforting voice, "The doors have been opened. You owe loyalty to no one but yourself."

I picked up a brochure for Starbucks. They are looking more and more promising.

I found out from Maribel, that if I do quit I should take a leave of absence and not actually quit. That way if makes returning super easy to do. No matter how Unlikely I think that eventuality is, I'm still a practical person like that.