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freakachu420, who complimented my flame and warranted a reading of her journal, which I then found to be enlightening and interesting and not a bit annoying; and to ceransx, who suckered me in with the auld "friends-only" trick. I've decided to go shopping with my Lily this afternoon, assuming she doesn't sleep in, plead another headache, or get distracted and show up so late as to make going shopping a pointless endeavour. I need more khakis, preferably ones that won't wrinkle, and maybe another couple pairs of not-all-cotton pants. I also need some time with her, time to talk and time to listen. Why not use my unexpected boon of days off to maybe connect with a friend or two, instead of hearing everything secondhand from my husband? I'm a little envious of his gifts sometimes, more than a little. I wish I felt like I could do half as much good as he does. It's never enough for me to be able to mend the physical; I want to heal the mental too.
Showered, cleaned the bathroom counters, and went through all my memories and history, digging the poems out of them. There aren't as many as I'd like, and none for such a very long time now. I comfort myself by knowing that there's plenty of prose generated in that time, and that despite my overwhelming bitchiness in the last two years, I did come up with some stuff.
Am closing Inchworm as of the beginning of this school year, trying to decide what to call the next volume of poetry. Which means, eventually, that I'll turn over bound copies of it to the people who want them. (And if you want one, tell me. I'll send you one.)
Got a call back from the good doctors D&D. I'll come in on Monday, as I begged illness to get tomorrow off. Casual dress, no white coat, see you at nine. Sounds good.
And for now, I think I'll put some clothes on, get some food, and wait for my Lily to appear again. Maybe sleep some more. I still feel tired.
