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- Went out for a drink with a friend tonight and told her everything, mostly. She's very accepting and understanding, and it was good to be able to talk to her. I decided to call in again tomorrow - I'll go in for my office hours but won't go to work - fuck it, really, right? This makes me feel very emotionally fragile or something, but maybe I am. Went to Target and Costco, got myself: two shirts, some pajama pants (not flannel), pads (for when your Diva Cup and your goddamn cervix refuse to get along for whatever stupid reason), contact solution (a new kind - hopefully my eyeballs will stop burning), and two pairs of wool socks! I'm happy with it all. Going to call home now and then get into my bed.
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