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“I’m going to make it through this year, if it kills me.”

-The Mountain Goats

            Every time I add a new number into my phone, it feels like an accomplishment, like I have put myself “out there” (there: that scary, bleak unknown of social limbo) successfully. And the fact that this is happening more and more often, that I am herding more and more contacts into the specially-partitioned “Aggie” group, gives me great comfort.

            I’m going to make it through this year. I promise.