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I am thinking about posting in this dusty journal again. I sort of miss it. I feel uninhibited here. I could jump on a chair and take off all my clothes, jump down and roll around in chocolate and attack people. In the other journal? Not so much. My mother in law reads it sometimes.

Here, it is just me and some little birds. I can swear. I can vent. I can make mudpies and eat them. Over there? I don't know who I am?!

This is all a larger part of finding myself as a married woman. Who am I? Not exactly sure. I read that it is common for women to be a little lost, or feel a little lost during the start of their marriages. Because you aren't just you anymore. You are you and you are us.

I love my husband. I love being married. But I have moments of, "How did I get here?" and "Who am I?" and also "OMG! Eeek! I'm married." It doesn't last. I think it is part of the process of mourning my single self and the person I was before last August.

So anyway, on another topic. A time wasting topic.

steelcage_match needs you! Opponents (be they animal, mineral, or vegetable) pitted against each other in a steel cage! VOTE! VOTE!

I should be writing my thesis now and what an I doing? Pitting pointillism against cubism and watching the Food Network. Novel shmovel.