I'm so happy I could sing. Richard (my boyfriend, not Chagnon) called me today, so I think I'll write a poem:


I send my love across the seas, across the seas
My arm is strong
It throws my heart across the seas, across the seas
It won't be long
Before it lands across the seas, across the seas
Into his hand
And he throws his across the seas, across the seas
My only man

2-12-95 8:30pm

Egad. From pleasure to pain. I had cramps from hell today. I think I'll write a poem in French:


Pourquoi il n'y a pas de plaisir?
Pourquoi, mon Dieu?
Pourquoi, mon Dieu?
Pourquoi le diable commence à rire?
Pourquoi, mon Dieu?
Pourquoi, mon Dieu?
Il y a un mal
et du sang si sale.
Mon ventre n'est pas content.
C'est peut-être ton but,
un but pas connu,
mais divin and droit. Pourtant,
je suis un peu triste
et perds mon espoir.
Cet examen pour moi est si dur.
Je pleure si beaucoup,
commence à vomir
et je reste ma tête sur le mur.
Pourquoi il n'y a pas de plaisir, mon Dieu?
Pourquoi il n'y a pas de plaisir?


Man! Was that ever hard, or what? I have never before written a poem in French. I can't believe I actually did it just now either. My first French poem. It even rhymes! I think I'll call it "Le temps du moi, je suis malade."

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