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Jul. 30th, 2002 05:45 pmDifficult things - The gastric situation is not much improved, I'm afraid. I am hoping that finishing the course of antibiotics on Thursday will help (just in time for my sonogram, too). Then, at the end of the month, I have my colonoscopy, gastroscopy, and I have to move, which is always stressful and painful. I've done my posting for my class this week, although I still have to take the quiz, and I'm behind in the reading. I have misplaced my transit pass. Trial looms. I also have a guest, for a few days, which can be trying in an apartment as small as mine.
Good things, though - I have secured my apartment for next year -I'm moving to the other side of the building, at a savings of $400+ a month. I am re-reading Lord Peter Wimsey novels by Dorothy L. Sayers, and have discovered that my secretary is also an enthusiast (not to mention a closet scholar!) I hope to soon be in a position to rectify my savings situation, which has fallen behind in the last month or so. Plus, it's open stage tonight.
I am still oddly dissatisfied, and every day seems something of a challenge - something to be got through. Plus, my discomfort is sometimes great enough that I wish I could just stay home and sleep and read mystery novels, which is quite unlike me. Having less of an appetite means that food is less exciting than it used to be, which is yet another disappointment. Things will change, I know. If nothing else, I will make things change.
Good things, though - I have secured my apartment for next year -I'm moving to the other side of the building, at a savings of $400+ a month. I am re-reading Lord Peter Wimsey novels by Dorothy L. Sayers, and have discovered that my secretary is also an enthusiast (not to mention a closet scholar!) I hope to soon be in a position to rectify my savings situation, which has fallen behind in the last month or so. Plus, it's open stage tonight.
I am still oddly dissatisfied, and every day seems something of a challenge - something to be got through. Plus, my discomfort is sometimes great enough that I wish I could just stay home and sleep and read mystery novels, which is quite unlike me. Having less of an appetite means that food is less exciting than it used to be, which is yet another disappointment. Things will change, I know. If nothing else, I will make things change.
