I had my portrait sketched in Monmarte. I think it's pretty acurate. There were a lot of artists doing sketches, but I chose the one I chose because his style seemed less contrived than the others. Some of the artists had a very heavy, dark style with lots of shading - they almost looked like they were painted on velevet - do you know what I mean? Kind of like those coal portraits of Elvis that you see at the mall. I wanted something very natural and loose, and I wasn't disappointed. I also like the fact that he used an orange pencil instead of black.

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I'm back to running, although not as far and as often as I would like. I used to do 16 - 20 miles per week, but now I'm doing 12 miles per week. I don't know. I need a change of scenery, I think. Running around a track is really great for timed runs, but it's BORING. Also, I need to sign up for a race so I can have a specific goal to work toward. One thing I'm happy about is that I haven't given up running altogether. I tend to start things and not finish them or start them and then give them up, and I haven't done that with running. I think at this point it's safe to say it's not something I'm going to give up. I like that. Now if I could just stop making impromptu batches of brownies during the week and eating nearly half the pan in one sitting... that would be fucking fantastic.

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I've been quiet here because I haven't had much to say. I've keep meaning to do what you said, Jennifer - you know, writing to you about what is REALLY going on with me - but I keep coming up blank. What is really going on with me? I don't know. When I try to write something, I feel strangely silent. It's not a bad thing, it's just NOthing. I'll try to muster up something soon.