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While I know this couldn't possibly be true, I feel like the massage cured my stomach. I suppose this is merely a tangental thing from the sense of my immune system working again because I've been unknotted.

Anyway, spectacular evening. I gave Kali a book from 1661. Details of which may be forthcoming in her journal, but will ultimately, definitely be in Descensus, because really, what do you get the wizard who has everything?

Also, I rediscovered Pump, which means food I can eat! Also, am looking into celiac blood test this week -- considering the chief symptoms seem to be problems with fat digestion, irritability and being sleepy all the time, it seems as logical a choice as anything.

Finally, even with all my typos, I've received an offer to write freelance articles for a website thanks to my AC content.

today's AC

And for those following along at home, this should almost be the last of the typo-ridden articles (there are two other old things in the queue, but I don't know why they're not up yet):

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/33855/surviving_long_distance_bus_travel.html
A (brief) summary of my Greyhound trip to Austin which some of you may recall.

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/33124/how_to_choose_the_right_acting_school.html
Advice about acting schools

hrrmmm

I can't believe how good I feel. A few days will tell, but I've doubled my fat intake, cut wheat entirely for 48 hours, and this is starting to look like the solution.

Also, as utterly, utterly weird as the massage thing was for me (I'm funny about human contact), honestly, I think I need to do this on a regular basis. I'm seriously funny about all things tactile -- my food issues with texture, human touch, the fact that my imagination and sixth sense stuff is largely tactile in origin -- but I think I'm starting to get that just because I'm deeply deeply peculiar about it, and just because it maybe doesn't benefit me in the way it does someone who is different tactilely, doesn't mean there isn't significant benefit -- and not in dragging me towards some non-existant norm, but in making sure the sense I'm most particular about gets a broader range of exercise. It's hard to explain. But I'm funny about touch, and if you know me, you know that.

And while Lost jumped the shark tonight (because I'm a big sap, but only some people can do romance, and those people are not the lost team), my favorite character was back and I could listen to him say, "Hello, brother," all day.