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On Solstice night, I decided to be alone. That meant no talking to anyone, no writing, and the weird part: no reading. Being without input was strange. I've always read books as a way to relax, and it works, but I wonder if it isn't covering things up that I need to be thinking about. I've got a lot to think about.

I've been feeling more self-contained since then, so I haven't been splashing my feelings around quite as much. It's nothing to worry about, if anyone is wondering. I think having acupuncture helped, too; I'm feeling much more balanced of late.

( Blah blah weekend stuff blah blah )

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This is so cool!

"There's no way to move rocks when you're drinking that much beer," she said.

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I'm all bouncy over the Neil Gaiman book signing tonight. Whee! :) I have to run home and change clothes and get books and and and.