From the New York Times:.

A Web site invites visitors to donate selflessly to Karyn, a struggling 26-year-old resident of Brooklyn Heights. And they do.

Panhandling reaches the Web. Oh good. Why should this neighborhood be any different from my non-virtual one?

8:07:07 PM    please comment []

I spent just two nights in Dewey, and the house occupancy doubled the second night (which was made bearable by a pair of earplugs donated to me by a kind soul).

I really like being at the seashore, which it surprises me to learn. I didn't even manage to get a swim in this time.

I did, however, manage to CRUSH my opponents at miniature golf (two 18-hole courses on real turf!), and wound up 3 under par, including one hole in one. Sorry, had to brag on that. It's not as if I ever ever touch a putter except when I go to the beach. Which is to say, practically never.

I came back early because of work overload, and have now successfully procrastinated for 4 hours.

I knew I would get to sleep with B- someday. Yep. We shared a room. Whoo hoo. (He clearly didn't want me in it originally, but too bad, it was the only decent bed left.) Also in it was Q, who I hadn't met before. A charming, attractive woman clearly more suitable for B- than I am. Good luck to him.

Of course I'm still sad. But I met several more really nice people, and someday I won't be sad anymore and I'll still be glad to have met the new people. Things are awkward with B-, a bit, but my feeling is it's more his problem than mine. I got hurt, not him. If he can't move forward, that'll be a shame, and he better not have the nerve to be cranky with me about it. He's definitely not the person who got the short end of the stick. (Actually, it was a pretty impressive stick, and unfortunately ALL I got was the short end. Sorry again, I'm a bit punchy from sleep deprivation and emotional bruising.)

7:53:55 PM    please comment []

And apparently, I am Crunchy Crustacean. I don't know whether to hope to be promoted to Lowly Insect, or downgraded to Wiggly Worm.

Frankly, they both sound like something from the Survivor menu.

7:43:37 PM    please comment []

I find it striking that, at age fifteen, I could be on the one hand so very self-conscious, self-aware, and skeptical of my own motives ~ and on the other hand so completely capable of overlooking some of my more obvious foibles, arrogance, and limitations.

I sometimes wonder if I've experienced any personal growth whatsoever in the last quarter-century.

12:29:42 AM    please comment []