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11/28/2003: "11"

It is about the most Novemberish day we've had all month, and my mood is as Novemberish as it's been in a while, too. It is damp and dreary, with the promise of worse; I am enervated and jumpy, scattered and directionless. Thanksgiving was full of good, bad and indifferent input, and it's all swirled together in an undigested mess inside of me. Just like the meal. I have no insights -- November's days are thirty. Can't remember the rest.