Need to get Jen out and let her stretch her wings. Or write more backstory, so as to have a reference point for consistency's sake when making references to her angst. I found a shop in the mall, called Nirvana, that's practically Jen's wet dream place to shop. Mind has now fleshed out her outfits and her look more.
Scale says 215; I've lost another pound without really trying. I love being shipped all over the hospital, usually in too much of a hurry to wait for the lift.
Mage tonight was much funness. Am made jealous by Angel's command of the six bajillion White Wolf books, but am reassured that he is jealous of my command of things that can go wrong with the human body. Psyche, formerly an ice bitch par none, is now smiling at people, and spending her study time teaching Typheous while cuddled up with his arm around her. This is a breakthrough for her, although she's going to pick up a shovelful of angst as it dawns on her that she's taking time out for herself, rather than working on the very large problem of why her protegee has taken to disembowelling boys with sewing scissors and pulling knives on Psyche's friends. As well as other small matters, like saving the world from a bunch of strangely disturbing vampires. Psyche, as they say, has issues. The psychological ramifications are endlessly fascinating. But she's a teenager, so it's mostly just hormones.
No, really, all my characters in RP are loaded with angst. Gabi was the only one who wasn't, and she was a vampire.
Option 2 seems to be working, in combination with acidophilus (not taken at the same time as the antibiotics) and a good night's sleep last night. Feeling much better. TMI survey later. Bed now. Angel is waiting.