July 9th, 2004

bundled up, walkabout, snow

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hard words tonight.

can't write yet, too fresh.

can't sleep, too weepy.

not enough words in other people's journals, dammit.

life was safer when my parents didn't have online access to provide for me.

pain.

growth.

hell with that.

it is SO annoying that I don't get the nifty drowsy making side effect from Lexapro.

Heh. Tomorrow I start 10 days of progesterone, and that's supposed to have a drowsy side effect, too. Maybe I'll be able to sleep when normal people sleep.

Ages ago, Turnip lent me (gave me? gotta check with him) Gardens of the Moon, and I've finally started reading it. Engaging. Needed that. Could use something light thought, like a good Esther Friesner comedy.

Gonna try for sleep again.

After a couple of rounds of Solitaire.

just a couple.
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bundled up, walkabout, snow

Ch-ch-changes

He said Goodbye, Deb.

He meant it in that final way.

Reasons don't change what is.

My mommy held me and let me cry for lost friends. In my world, friends are important enough to cry about. Why did I think I had to explain more to her?

So maybe I am the best place for this to be happening.
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