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I am waiting for the Callen-Lorde center to call me back. I am headed into work in teh meantime, as now I know that any atempt at normal food is complete idiocy and misery, I'm managing this nightmare pretty well. Hopefully I can get an appointment somewhere today, because waiting this thing out seems so not on the agenda.

Part of me is having an adolescent fantasy involving paying for services there with my parents' credit card in a "how not to come out #6853" gesture.

Meanwhile, something about being ill last night made me not give a damn enough to finish the draft of some het for Descensus that's been sitting on my harddrive for months, so hopefully you'll see that soon.