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Darell Lea coconut ice contains gluten.

Which means I have to go back to trying to perfect my own coconut ice, whcih, as you may recall, was not going very well. I can't imagine I'm going to manage to find a company that will ship gluten-free Australian products to the States.

You know what I'm craving? I'm craving a fucking poptart. And I can't have it.

Although I'm also craving the chocolate cononut larabar, so I suppose that's something.

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I've just had my first experience with gluten-free bread. It's like a dry, expensive buttermilk biscuit, and it's all right if you heat it up. Truthfully, it was enough like real bread that eating it was sort of scary and i think I'm even having something of a psychosomatic reaction. But that will pass.

I have dance class now.

And, I foudn a receipt i thought I'd lost, which matters a lot as it's $80 of reimbursement. I've been looking for it for weeks, and I just found it solely because I had a clothing fit (that's too girly, that's too girly, no, I want to wear that!) and it was in the pocket of a black fleece vest that seemed to be the answer (wasn't, but hey).

Lots and lots of freelance writing to do when I get home.

And I have to decide if I am going to an open call tomorrow for "really hot women" for Spiderman III. I know my mantra is, I am hot, because I say I am, but it also, necessarily feels absurd. I'm a lot of people, but considering some of the other ends of the spectrum, this one feels a tad bit unreasonable, don't you know? It would be a lot of work though, so I guess I'd be stupid not to go through the motions. Have to buy gluten-free lipstick anyway.

I should note at work, people seem to finally get that I'm funny in a way I choose. It's interesting.

I also wish my freelance proof-reading gig would get it together and write clearer directions so I can finally do some work for them and get paid. That will happen in the first half of this week no doubt, but with other things in flux, and my still wanting to make certain clothing purchases, I will feel far better (and able) once that revenue stream seems clear.

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OMG Big Love!

Someone was mean to me about being sick today. I was talking about it at something, and this person who is always going on and on and on about her own equally if not more trivial medical problems and is generally just rude snapped at me, "You know you're not the only one who has ever had this problem."

They're right of course. But the tone was revolting, and I think I've been relatively not self-absorbed (or at least not all "I'm more sick than you are"). I was so angry. But I bit my lip. Because had I said a word, about her hateful, complaining, selfish and disruptive personality I would have ripped her to shreds. She's not someone I like, but I felt really wounded. LIke, god-forbid I should mention it (and it came up because of something that I had to talk about logistically in this group). Am I just supposed to start opting out of things and never tell anyone why because it's so fucking horrible of me to claim my problems matter? Selfish fucking bint. I am righteously angry.