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today's theme: high-strung and validation-hungry and fumble-tongued. for, lo, i am full of hyphens.

there's chocolate honeycake in the stove for potluck, and our amazon order has shipped and i think i know what i'm getting my aunt as a host-present, and i finished an awesome book and the autobody shop thinks they might be able to get Light's car back to us in a week.

strange things move me in strange ways, and i feel like i'm holding my breath and waiting for something, but i'm not sure what that thing is or if it's coming at all, or if the sensation will just fade, like our bizarrely anticlimatic fights.

i feel guilty about the fact we're going to go out to dinner more than once this upcoming week, even if it's for good reasons like northampton restaurant week, or Light's bday, or the fact we'll be out of town, as though not eating at home bespeaks some sort of failure on my part.

i'm leaning towards making him a strawberryrhubarb crumble rather than a pie, because crisco is the one thing i haven't learned to compensate for the lack of, and the nonhydrogenated solidstate fat tastes funny, and all butter crusts don't work.

i can't tell what i'm worried about, but i had a dream about losing my engagement necklace and crawling around under desks to look for it and confronting a centipede roughly the size of a dachshund. in my dream, i screamed like a girl.

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today's theme: high-strung and validation-hungry and fumble-tongued. for, lo, i am full of hyphens.

there's chocolate honeycake in the stove for potluck, and our amazon order has shipped and i think i know what i'm getting my aunt as a host-present, and i finished an awesome book and the autobody shop thinks they might be able to get Light's car back to us in a week.

strange things move me in strange ways, and i feel like i'm holding my breath and waiting for something, but i'm not sure what that thing is or if it's coming at all, or if the sensation will just fade, like our bizarrely anticlimatic fights.

i feel guilty about the fact we're going to go out to dinner more than once this upcoming week, even if it's for good reasons like northampton restaurant week, or Light's bday, or the fact we'll be out of town, as though not eating at home bespeaks some sort of failure on my part.

i'm leaning towards making him a strawberryrhubarb crumble rather than a pie, because crisco is the one thing i haven't learned to compensate for the lack of, and the nonhydrogenated solidstate fat tastes funny, and all butter crusts don't work.

i can't tell what i'm worried about, but i had a dream about losing my engagement necklace and crawling around under desks to look for it and confronting a centipede roughly the size of a dachshund. in my dream, i screamed like a girl.