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Sunday, October 10, 2004 

I'm having a slightly blue Sunday, and I think it has to do with having too few hugs.

This is not to say I'm looking to be back closer to my family or get a new significant other, or physical hugs at all. I'm not about to go hug random people on the street to fill the void. It's about that feeling you get in a hug -- a basic, straightforward compatibility -- that I haven't found here yet.

Possible triggers include trading "Happy Thanksgiving" with the Canadian ex-pats here, going to a well-attended birthday party for a new-ish friend (I can't remember the last time I had anywhere close to 20 people attend my birthday), and persistent lower back pain (the grandma excuse). Has anyone ever considered that the correlation between osteo-arthritic pain and the senior citizen's need to be in constant contact with relatives isn't just a product of old age?

Great, I'm getting an end-of-life crisis at 21. And before anyone says that it's ridiculous that a 21-year-old in a class with an average age of about 24 is feeling old, there is a guy who's one month younger than me in our year. Stupid kid from Kansas with the June 1st birthday, robbing me of what little glory in the world I have!

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