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Oh hello Livejournal, remember when I said I was going to update you regularly?
Hm hm typing is hard because my idiot cat has stretched his paws on my keyboard a few times and snapped off key covers with his claws. I'm missing Q, which isn't terrible, but ALSO A and E. Ugh. I obviously can still press them but it's on this little nubbin thing and I have to use extra pressure and it slows me waaaay down (which is also why I've not been working as much as I'd like on my book, UGH). I need to look into getting it fixed because this is becoming annoying.
Anyway I'm reading through old entries on my old journal (before this account), at the moment stuff from my freshman year of college in 2006-2007, and I'm so fucking nostalgic I can't stand it. Chronicles of my anxiety fulling blossoming into a disorder (including my first documented, perhaps first ever, panic attack!), some really fun beautiful days, the sleep-deprived hilarity of my general state of mind in my way-overbooked first semester, that time I got up at 5.30am to bake brownies for my classmates in my morning class, my terrible peanut butter habit, just all these things that are powerful memories to me. I have so much kindness and softness in my heart for 17-to-20-year-old me, and these entries are smack dab in the middle of it. It's funny and heartwarming and also a little lonely (god I miss my college friends so much), but good.
On an unrelated note, I've been doing yoga every day (with a few days off here and there) for two months now and I feel SWEEEEEET.
Also I just ate some bleu cheese popcorn that was delicious but definitely pungent and now my tummy is upset. Just in time for bed! How swell.