I've written two drafts to post which I was not able to finish because something or other kept interrupting me. Now it's been two days and I am overwhelmed.

There is nothing to spit out that isn't already being formulated/cultivated in my head. My brain feels as if it has confronted every issue, analyzed every situation, rejected/accepted every aspect of my life. As if there is not a thought I haven't thought that can be thought within the realm of my experiences.

Oamjie used to ask Where are you?? Some days I would tell him New Jersey. Others, Nicaragua. The majority, Here.
Now NJ is Here, India is There. But it's still all the same... and a good question.
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NOMAS (look it up) is having their annual conference at Ramapo. I sat in on a planning meeting and the schedule looks amazing. Some of the men who wrote articles I read in my Psych of Gender class will be presenting and I am anxious to hear what they have to say since their words sparked my interest in Men's Psych and the psychology of gender relations.
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This warm-bodied, hot blooded girl is going to bed. Where an open window is her confidante and a radio, her lover