Excerpted, dated 03-19-06, 6:48 p.m.

I still end up curled in a ball on my bed, in a corner, leaned on chair, across the couch, against a door frame, trapped in emotion; letting it burn through me in waves as I attempt to solve...everything. Old habits die hard. I'm having trouble eating, and have reinstated my mostly-nutritious-liquids-only diet in an effort to keep running. The world doesn't stop just because my heart does; so I continue to stumble on whille puzzling out the actions of both myself and others.

The answers aren't easy.