I'm eating fresh lettuce and tomatoes for the first time since i was in Dublin, Ohio last (and experienced a minor hell while eating a simple Turkish salad of tomatoes and cucumber).
I think i think i think i'll be able to eat "normally" (pescitarian and no wheat based foods) when i travel. Yipee! Honestly, salad instead of cheese cake for lunch is exciting.
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I've done some data clean up today as a major procrastination, partly inspired by the release of a revision of the Android-Mac sync tool i use (Missing Sync).
The dance of backups and synchronization is pretty standard, pre trip, anyhow, I'm adding a great deal more rock music to my Android, hoping that will be psychologically good.
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A few folks have posted "When could you join us for" or musings about being social or friends or liked or.... My wants and my spoons and my priorities all start moving in a circle, slowly morphing into grotesque tribal dancers, animated by the culturally insensitive Disney studio of 1950s. They loom over me, circling in, and i decide to focus on writing a description instead of trying to grapple.
I don't quite think i'm depressed, but i'm close to it, as my constant crying at home illustrates. I can get through this trip and the dog and pony show, and i can start reconstructing "normal."
Then i can grapple.
I think i think i think i'll be able to eat "normally" (pescitarian and no wheat based foods) when i travel. Yipee! Honestly, salad instead of cheese cake for lunch is exciting.
--==∞==--
I've done some data clean up today as a major procrastination, partly inspired by the release of a revision of the Android-Mac sync tool i use (Missing Sync).
The dance of backups and synchronization is pretty standard, pre trip, anyhow, I'm adding a great deal more rock music to my Android, hoping that will be psychologically good.
--==∞==--
A few folks have posted "When could you join us for" or musings about being social or friends or liked or.... My wants and my spoons and my priorities all start moving in a circle, slowly morphing into grotesque tribal dancers, animated by the culturally insensitive Disney studio of 1950s. They loom over me, circling in, and i decide to focus on writing a description instead of trying to grapple.
I don't quite think i'm depressed, but i'm close to it, as my constant crying at home illustrates. I can get through this trip and the dog and pony show, and i can start reconstructing "normal."
Then i can grapple.