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It has been a long day. It turns out healing continues to be boring. And itchy. I have to wear a compression bra non-stop at least until next Wednesday, and it is about as much fun as it sounds. No matter how I try to adjust it, there is always somewhere where the scratchy side of the velcro is rubbing up against my skin. Squirm, squirm, squirm.

But I registered for a belly dance class on Sundays in Union Square, I watched stupid movies, I got a lot of cross stitch done, and I'm continuing the project of mining my old journal entries for books to put into librarything. I'm abandoning the book I'm reading, I've decided I'm allowed to just put something down and walk away if I don't feel like reading a rape scene. I think I'll be reading my latest early reviewers novel next.

I think there's a skill I want to learn, a social skill, and I'm not quite sure what direction to approach it from. I want to be able to have sometimes friends (like cookies are a sometimes food), people I see occasionally of whom I am genuinely fond, and am not interpreting the sporadic nature of the relationship as some sort of rejection.

Now, sleep.

(no subject)

It has been a long day. It turns out healing continues to be boring. And itchy. I have to wear a compression bra non-stop at least until next Wednesday, and it is about as much fun as it sounds. No matter how I try to adjust it, there is always somewhere where the scratchy side of the velcro is rubbing up against my skin. Squirm, squirm, squirm.

But I registered for a belly dance class on Sundays in Union Square, I watched stupid movies, I got a lot of cross stitch done, and I'm continuing the project of mining my old journal entries for books to put into librarything. I'm abandoning the book I'm reading, I've decided I'm allowed to just put something down and walk away if I don't feel like reading a rape scene. I think I'll be reading my latest early reviewers novel next.

I think there's a skill I want to learn, a social skill, and I'm not quite sure what direction to approach it from. I want to be able to have sometimes friends (like cookies are a sometimes food), people I see occasionally of whom I am genuinely fond, and am not interpreting the sporadic nature of the relationship as some sort of rejection.

Now, sleep.