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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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I don't know why, but hearing that you've found good gluten-free bread pleases me greatly. I love bread so much and I'm so happy you too can eat some. I know, it's silly. And, as a women with food issues, I can imagine how hard this must be for you.