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A squirrel photo from the archive. Notice the buds on the tree branches, a sign that my posting of this photo is a bit of a cheat and that I didn't get up the nerve to pull my camera out of its pouch. But I felt it an apt picture, as it captures what I feel like doing to life at the moment: mooning with my furry yet utterly adorable ass.

Although ass fur isn't necessarily quite as becoming on bipeds, is it? Whatever.

Still alive. Illness releasing me from its grip slowly. I blew off Pilates this evening because I wanted to come home and sleep, but it's 10:35 as I type this and I have yet to take a nap. Today I walked around the Union Square Market during lunch and scoped out books at the massive Barnes and Noble on 16th Street. I need to find another gym. Tomorrow I intend to check out the Crunch closest to my job to see if I can find a new workout home. I only have 90 days until my trip, after all.

BTW - How does AOL.com justify labeling the death of Corey Haim a "tragedy"? Unfortunate, yes. But tragic? I suppose in the grand scheme of things loss of a relatively young life is tragic, but cosmically? I dunno.