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Every night for a week my dreams have... varied. But the one constant thing that keeps getting in there is my hair. My hair being beautiful again, brushed out, the thing I used to be so proud of. It's not quite there in real life, but it IS close, and I think when I'm sleeping I feel that the strongest. When I'm awake I'm fretful and anxious about it, feeling defeated and upset and aching for it to all be okay. When I'm asleep I can at least feel hopeful. So... let's hope THAT side of my brain is the logical one. It usually is, honestly.

God do I miss the feeling of my hair being effortlessly brushed.

Soon.

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Working on that whole "do not work for 8 straight hours without taking any breaks for anything" thing. I actually did well last week. I took frequent breaks to drink water, use the bathroom, snack, stretch, everything. This week? Didn't move for eight fucking hours, just worked. I am in so much pain. Lesson re-learned. And I know I'll fuck it up again at some point, that's okay. Learning is a process, wisdom isn't overnight. But I'm improving even if today was a backslide.

Resting now. It's a quiet day. Will, Roq and I are playing Arkham Horror. Well, "I'm" playing. Pain is making me a little loopy so Will's helping me out a lot. I more or less know what's going on, though. I'm so weird about board games... I tend to prefer watching them, takes a lot of convincing (or comfort with the people playing) for me to actually play (especially if I've never played before).

This week should be fun. A-kon this upcoming weekend, no idea how that'll go. I'm not putting anything up in the art show or selling anything. Just gonna volunteer, hang with people I like, sleep, and have as much of a good time as I can.

Don't want June to overwhelm me so I'm trying to focus on one week at a time. Focus right now on A-kon, figure out other stuff later.