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Quilters come over this afternoon, which means I'll have to stay away from the livingroom and maybe the kitchen too. I'm thinking about escaping the house and, say, buying more books, or something like that.

My body continues to be interesting, this time with something like clear mucus and little black specs. I wonder what it's trying to tell me now?

earrings, yay!

Two pair now, instead of one. I've still the regular six weeks until I can put in something else, but that's fine. And then, this summer, a third pair! Yaaaaaay.

Also more music, and the promise of a pocketwatch so I can tell time independantly of anything else again. No more books, but I can live with that. After all, it's only when I'm rich and famous that I'll be able to buy all the books I want.