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I'm back. I came down with some kind of flu in PR, which I attribute to the nasty blanket on the airplane. My sunning was not deterred, however, and so I am thoroughly orange, which is as close to tan as I get. I look like this girl, Maureen, who went to my high school and used to apply this look with a brush. Plus freckles, and lots of 'em. My throat is still sore, and New York is still hot. I'm also still caught up in the ridiculous little soap opera I alluded to in my (forgive me) expletive ridden post in August. Today I spilled the whole story to a good friend, who advised me (I think in summary) that everyone involved is being just a little bit silly, which, naturally, I knew all along, but neglected to treat as such. Unfortunately it's too late to sit everyone down and warn them, and so I'm stewing, looking for a better solution or some kind of magical dissolution of the problem. As a result, I'm back, but I guess I can't say I'm really back.