I am in an odd place right now. I am feeling like....I am being pulled along in a direction that I don't want to go. Like I would like to be going elsewhere. I am sitting here at my cousin's computer listening to her Norah Jones, which is very mellow and I like it a lot( I haven't bought her CD yet). My cousin is bright, gifted, just out of high school with aspirations of going to Paris and becoming an artist(of which she is well on her way) and studying at the Art Institute in Chicago(which she is applying to for the fall). She is my source for all of my Simone de Beauvoir books....and my French existentialist books.....beautiful connections there....yet....I want more....