i distribute the thing to my committee members next week -- one month short of 3 years after i arrived back in this country from fieldwork in china. 3 years is far too long for a thing this pitiful, this destined for obscurity.
a few days ago my only breath of outside air occurred after lunch, when i stepped outdoors for about five seconds to toss the seeds from the cantelope we had had for lunch out onto the frozen grass, for squirrels to eat.
i am going mad.
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