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[hydehyacinth]

So the eyesight hasn't declined completely, which is nice. Today was the first time in my life that a tattoo made me melancholy. Went to visit Kimmie at Bluestockings, was delivered a fantastic fucking coffee and in return obliged with a back massage entertaining all of Stanton Street. Upon introduction to a co-volunteer I was shown a tattoo with two hands holding string, which said " No damn cat, No damn cradle." Then I thought of poor dead Vonnegut, and pined. But the today was beautiful, one of those days when you don't want to go home because it's just so much lovelier outside. In other news, I may have to start eating copious amounts of cheese yet again because my nails are breaking one after the other, and there are clear signs of not enough calcium, so cheese it is, fuck supplements.

A day ago on September 11th in my office:
Anna: So Raizy, today is a sad day.
Raizy: (In all earnestness) Why?