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Awesome weekend. A whole lot of rock band and veggie sausages with peppers and onions, wiifitting and an amazing Kris Delmhorst concert in a cute little venue in Natick. A crappy, crappy movie with Chile (so crappy I'm still sort of bemused and bewildered about the ending), more errands, and a yummy dinner.

Today was also a day full of things. Therapy was interesting, kind of. I still haven't entirely figured out how I feel about cognitive behavioral therapy, but I'm giving it a chance. I think that I've already got all the figuring out done, I just can't manage to convince myself to validate most of my thoughts. Volunteering was just more data entry, and Carl Sciortino remains remarkably sweet. I got not bullied exactly but something like it into agreeing to poll check for four hours next Tuesday, and I might try to figure out a way to change that. Then a walk to Hips' for cleaning and ranting about the stupid book I'm reading, and then home to make gado gado.

I've been feeling kind of numb lately. I've got a lot of emails I should be returning, books I should be reading, and I feel like I should be trying to milk these last few days before I contact a temp company for something. What that something is, I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure whatever it is, I'm not doing it. That said, I'm having fun and seeing people and baking things, and the house continues to become a little more ours every day. (I kind of wish we were the kind of people who could fearlessly pull off naming their house, but I don't think we are)

12 days to bar harbor.

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Awesome weekend. A whole lot of rock band and veggie sausages with peppers and onions, wiifitting and an amazing Kris Delmhorst concert in a cute little venue in Natick. A crappy, crappy movie with Chile (so crappy I'm still sort of bemused and bewildered about the ending), more errands, and a yummy dinner.

Today was also a day full of things. Therapy was interesting, kind of. I still haven't entirely figured out how I feel about cognitive behavioral therapy, but I'm giving it a chance. I think that I've already got all the figuring out done, I just can't manage to convince myself to validate most of my thoughts. Volunteering was just more data entry, and Carl Sciortino remains remarkably sweet. I got not bullied exactly but something like it into agreeing to poll check for four hours next Tuesday, and I might try to figure out a way to change that. Then a walk to Hips' for cleaning and ranting about the stupid book I'm reading, and then home to make gado gado.

I've been feeling kind of numb lately. I've got a lot of emails I should be returning, books I should be reading, and I feel like I should be trying to milk these last few days before I contact a temp company for something. What that something is, I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure whatever it is, I'm not doing it. That said, I'm having fun and seeing people and baking things, and the house continues to become a little more ours every day. (I kind of wish we were the kind of people who could fearlessly pull off naming their house, but I don't think we are)

12 days to bar harbor.