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It's 10:00 and most of my friends are going to bed to wake up at 5:00 for the class I'm dropping. It's the start of the end. I don't feel as anxious as I imagined right now. I'm perfectly aware that this entire situation is so out of character for me in every single way.
For instance, I'm still having the same abdominal trouble from back in November and an ultrasound, X-ray, and everything else show that I have no infection, no misplaced organs, and no mynocks chewing on my power couplings. I got really sick last night and ended up calling my parents and... I didn't feel as much intense guilt over it as I have in the past. I felt thankful and safe instead. I feel like the past few months have been the kick in the teeth I've needed to get my priorities and self-worth back on track.
I know they're going to ask my friends to text me tomorrow. But I am such a creature of doubt and I haven't had any second thoughts that go beyond, "What are the pros of staying here.... ? Nope, not worth it." And I have to take those small doses of happiness from my own choices as a sign that as strange as this is, I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing.
I am late and watched BSG: The Plan for the first time when it aired last night. (No spoilers, I promise) I don't think I can pick a favorite part? Maybe the montage after the attack on the colonies. Cavil was perfect. Sam and Boomer's scenes were also great. Oh and I loved EJO's wife. Hubba hubba~
ETA: Had just enough Tory, which was as little as possible.