Alima's stuff is very nicely milled. It looks like they've expanded their color range, so I may even be able to find a match for my peachness.

I think I have a jar of Alima foundation, and didn't use it because it was a smidge too dark for me. Cass, I will try to remember to hand it to you the next time I see you.

Clothing shopping: Newport News, oddly, will come up with some really good things for me. I'm currently ogling the lace frock coat-ish "blazer": [link]

I hate you so much Thank you for all the cool new internet places to look at pretty things that I shouldn't buy but probably will.

fixed that.

Hey, I can't afford to buy anything right now, so I'm letting you people benefit. Also, did I mention Tulle and Stop Staring? [link] [link]

hrm, should i schedule accupuncture for before or after chiropractor? i usually try to stagger the treatments to different dates but with the extra shifts at work i'm running out of weekend.

OMG I roasted a chicken, made kale chips, and made kale/cannelini bean/potato soup, with a butternut squash base. Someone clean the kitchen for me? I have a new roommate coming tomorrow.

I seriously start crashing at 9 pm these days. So much for night owl me.

Huh. Apparently I have an eating disorder.

Rolls eyes 4evah. Maybe I should have known better than to have actually looked at my online medical records. But I'm contemplating going to the next appointment with the psychiatric NP and saying, "Look, if you truly believe that I have an eating disorder, then you also need to be treating me for hallucinations, because my sensory perceptions tell me that I'm eating vastly more rationally than plenty of people whose physical appearances might lead one to think that theirs is the sane approach to food. And yet, somehow I can rarely bring myself to eat cookies and muffins and candy all day, or to starve myself for most of the day only to eat a 3/4lb. bag of M&Ms for supper, and silly me, I don't think ketchup, corn, and potatoes count as vegetables.

Uggh, WS. ::sigh::

So, I was all ready to congratulate myself for loading the dishwasher and running it, and making sure the kitchen isn't a total depressing shithole for tomorrow. And then I opened a letter from my bank... my landlady cashed two rent checks close together (she did warn me), including my first check without a roomie, and NSF. Even with my overdraft account. Fuckity fuck fucking adult!fail fuck. I've emailed her with an apology and explanation and offer to pay her bounced check fee and an additional fee if necessary and when I can pay her. I have *got* to get a better handle on my finances.

Fuck. Not how I wanted to end my night. Oh, well.

WS, not fun. I can understand maybe not addressing certain issues with clients directly and approaching them obliquely ("Say, I think you might have ODD and a schizoaffective disorder! See ya next time!) but wouldn't you think a psych would want to address possible issues with a person with whom you are continuing therapy with?

Like "Let's talk about your relationship with food. I'm concerned with the effect depression has one your physical health. What's your eating patterns like when you have a bad day or a lot of stress? What's your version of a typical day?" or something.

I dunno -- I'm not a pro. But I see therapists and basically, aren't they working for you, to try and help you with your issues? It's like if you went to a doctor and they noted "Mole looks suspicious, might tell her one day."

ETA: Oh, smonster, I have BTDT and it freaking sucks. WE HATES IT.

Windy that sucks.

So part of me packing is... okay it's cat vacuuming really -- is going through all my cds labeled "Stuff" and "old comptuer stuff" and "stuff2" and figuring out what's on them and what needs to go on my computer and what can be tossed.

I've found - pictures from San Francisco! Pictures from my dance recital thing.

Fanfic! That I wrote. Including half written stuff I can sorta remember and some stuff I don't remember at all but I know is mine.

I realized I used to be so active - not physically active but a participant in things. Reading fic, writing, communicating with people about tv shows. And I slowly withdrew and became really stagnant.

I'm hoping that the move will help me change that. I especially want to start writing again.