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Next Heather Shaw The thing about therapy is that sometimes you have to
remember all sorts of unpleasant things that you've forgotten on purpose,
just so that you can stop your subconcious from acting on them without
your say-so. Amber and I had a good session (it went so fast) last night,
but this time I came out of there feeling worse than I did when I went
in. I also had nasty dreams last night. Anyway, I was told
yesterday that this temp job ends Monday. I sorta teared up, but it's not
nearly as bad as getting fired, so I held it together pretty well. Just
as I'm getting comfy there. The engineers I've made friends with were
pretty sad themselves, which was comforting; I'm glad I'm not the regular
secretary coming back to their disappointment. Anyway, the engineer H
insisted on taking me out to lunch on Thursday (he's off on Friday), which
was sweet of him. They're all trying to convince me to try for a
permanent job there, or at least ask my temp agency to try to reassign me
somewhere else in the company (they use a lot of temps). They joked that
they could keep giving me stuff to work on, as long as I was in the
buildings, but they also said they wanted me to come visit. That's
sweet. Anyway, tonight I go to yoga, which will be relaxing, I
hope. I'm probably more excited about checking my PO box (which is across
the street from my gym), as a little mouse intimated there might be
something there waiting for me! How exciting! All I've pulled out of it
so far is my own PO box registration and someone else's hunting
catalogs! Anyway, no matter how I feel, I won't be skipping yoga
tonight . . . . gotta check the mail!
I actually have lots to do before I go home in a week, so there's no time
for moping! Busy is as busy does . . . .
Woman: An Intimate
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Tuesday December 12th -
Down again, down again, jiggity
My new PO Box is:
P.O. Box
13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222
Well, it couldn't last. I'd like to blame the full moon. Or perhaps it's
the hard, sore, lump on top of my head that feeds the headache when the
sinus pressure ebbs. Whatever it is, I have to remember that this, too,
will pass. Exercise log:
I don't really exercise much on the weekends.
Writing log:
Finished the first draft of my article on Octavia Butler for Strange Horizons.
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