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Comments on an article about "bone broth" becoming a hipster trend:

"Congratulations, hip white trendoids with a penchant for fad diets and nutritional woo: you have discovered soup. Well done."
"Isn't that what "stock" is? Like beef stock, chicken stock... You know boiled animal parts you season and make soup with?"
"Yes, but we can't call it that, or the white hipsters can't Columbus it."
"But the real question is "what did they think soup was made of before this?"
"Everything delicious will be discovered and given magical toxin-curing properties, and then will be priced out of range of the people who actually normally eat it."
"I really can't with this nonsense. One would think with the whole "slow food" aspect of hipster eating trends that they MIGHT ACTUALLY BOTHER TO LEARN WHAT FLAVORS THEIR FOOD"
"Bwahahahahaha. Bone broth."
"Yes, because "soup bones" didn't exist as a term or a thing before now."
"The best thing I ever saw from a bone broth aficionado/hipster-in-all-manners-of-food-fads was a post on Facebook with a picture of her bone broth saying, "I know this is going to cure the flu I came down with this week! If you get the flu, try bone broth!" I was like, "Oh, how novel! Except this sounds like the advice my grandmother gave me 30 years ago to try some homemade chicken soup (with broth made from, you know, chicken carcass) when I was sick. NOVEL AS HELL."
"Columbusing has gone so far, white people are starting to Columbus WHITE THINGS."

So, anyway. Thanksgiving vacation went very well. It was sweet and quiet and seeing my parents is always always always wonderful. I was worried Mom and I might have Discussions about my health, but all was well. Adam got a rental car from his boss in exchange for working an AV job in Manhattan while our car was at a mechanic's. So, on Saturday, Adam and I drove to New York City. He worked in Times Square to set up AV/IT stuff for a medical conference in a hotel while I lounged in our separate hotel a few blocks away, working up the courage to walk all the way to 5th Ave and back. I passed Rockerfeller Center, I found stimming toys in "I Love NYC" shops, Adam bought me a bottle of my favorite perfume, Euphoria by Calvin Klein. We ate pizza, fried ramen, caprese sandwiches. I had coffee at one of the best coffeehouses I'd ever been to. On Tuesday, Adam's job ended and we drove back to Maryland. Adam's car was still in the shop in Virginia near his workplace, and it was two more days before he got it back. It had stopped running originally. It's fine now, but we were told to start looking at new used cars over the next few months to a year. The station wagon is a 1999, after all, and Ford may not have parts anymore.

I haven't been feeling well in general. But I have stuff that makes me happy.
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http://aspergersgirls.wordpress.com/2012/03/31/day-62-females-with-aspergers-syndrome-nonofficial-checklist/
So, I found this on my friends list. For shits and giggles, I went through the whole thing.
I'm at 99 percent. The only one I paused at was 13 under Section I: "The middle spectrum of outcomes, events, and emotions is sometimes overlooked or misunderstood. (All or nothing mentality)." I've always seen everything in shades of gray... however, a strong part of me often wants to skew white or black on some things. Examples: Legal abortion choice, gun ownership choice. I am extremely for both without compromise. Which often puzzles many partisan people.

Also, this.
Dude. Dude.
So, I just got off the phone with the office for one of Maryland's delegate candidates. After listening to an assistant explain the candidate's policies and issues supported, I said I had more questions... and so she put the candidate herself on the line. I explained about my disabilities and asked how she would support accessible transport on the county. She was enthusiastic about that. She had been supporting it for years, she said. And then I pulled out the big guns: I told her I was autistic and I wanted to know if and how she would support advocacy for autistic adults. And she made me happy. She worked with autistic teens and young adults, she said, and believes that autistics have powerful voices, beautiful minds, and must not be shut out or neglected. I explained how we don't have much of a voice, and she said that she was "absolutely willing" to help with advocacy, and she fully agreed that since autistic kids grow into autistic adults, their voices are incredibly important. We thanked each other. And she made an offer for me to visit her in Annapolis to discuss opportunities for Montgomery County and how to help autism self advocacy, as well as accessibility for all disabled people. I have never talked to a political candidate like this before. I was stunned by what came out of my mouth. She was so excited. It was incredible. I told her I would vote for her.
You guys, what did I just do? Did I really just pour my heart out to a candidate for our state's House Of Delegates who actually listened to and supported me? I'm physically shaking right now.

I am not becoming. I am peeling away layers to un-become everything I am not so I can be who I was meant to be in the first place. -paraphrased from unknown online quote.
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Things are moving along very very well. Mom and I haven't even gotten annoyed at each other, not once.
Adam and I traveled through Sag Harbor and Southampton cheerfully. My parents gave me prepaid gift cards, which I spent at Provisions in Sag Harbor and Second Nature in Southampton, both small local natural health shops that sell some products I can't find in Whole Foods, Roots, Dawson's, etc.
Dinners here have been fantastic, between Mom and Adam as chefs. Mom gave me several pairs of jeans, which she hemmed, as well as jackets and blazers. But the best was a pair of beautiful black Doc Martens ankle boots that zipped up the sides and featured perfectly fashionable soles with incredible tread. They look like these, with silver buckles for a visual fashion look. http://www.ebay.com/itm/NEW-Womens-Dr-Martens-Leather-Black-Silver-Zipped-Ankle-Boot-size-6-/221295045046?_trksid=p2054897.l4275 I am seriously in love; these are like the ideal ankle boots for me, with my spastic ataxic hemiplegic cerebral palsy. Mom always sends me home with clothes that no longer fit her, so I know full well to pack light. But oh, these boots. Oh, how perfect.

Yesterday, I did have an intense fibromyalgia flare with extreme fog and fatigue, which was all right, because I was able to take naps throughout the day.

Today, I was overloaded and overwhelmed a bit, and I did have a complex partial seizure, which Mom and Adam soothed me through. When I'd woken up this morning, the hemiplegia was in full force, causing near-paralysis. Adam helped me stretch, and then Mom came up to help as well. We wound up playing Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock with my left hand. Success was achieved, and I got dressed without incident, pulling on a beautiful sweater vest from Mom's collection. Dinner is still being made. Turkey, brisket, meatloaf, all the sides. The menorah is out, some pagan symbols are around, we've been watching science shows, shows about quantum physics and the supernatural, and atheist documentaries. Now Adam's Playstation is showing Futurama. Ideal.
Also, we watched Pacific Rim again last night. Mom hadn't seen it, but as she has always been a Godzilla fan, she appreciated all the kaiju themes.

Everything is truly going well. This may be the first Thanksgiving where Mom and I did not argue even a little. Especially now that we can discuss the autism and other neurological issues I've been having. She knows me so well, but now we can really get to understand my brain. Beautiful.

Also, according to today, Adam and I have been together for fourteen years. 14 years. Yes.
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We started out at 7:00 this morning, made a few stops, and got to Sag Harbor around 2:00 this afternoon. Now at my parents, digesting dinner, watching television quietly, and getting ready for an early bed. The rest of the week will see us going around Southampton and Bridgehampton and relaxing with pizza and bagels.

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Oh, gods, tonight has been a Baclofen plus Codeine night, and I may need Soma shortly, two hours later. I hate that. The medicine makes me feel wonderful and euphoric, but it is only because the pain makes me feel so miserable and horrible.
My happy non-medical relief has come from watching the Science Channel with my beloved science-minded husband and discussing quantum physics in science fantasy.

I've painted my nails with Divine Wine from Sally Hansen Nailgrowth Miracle Nail Polish, which is a deep dark blood wine red with golden sparkple. I will be wearing a red dress and red lipstick after all. I always wind up applying too many layers in general. I've packed Natural Sienna, from the same collection, a deep milk chocolate brown with deep antique bronze sparkle. I think Divine Wine, Natural Sienna, Perfect Plum, Forbidden Fudge, Mighty Mauve, and Beautiful Berry are my favorite shades from the Nailgrowth collection.

Tomorrow, Adam and I will have plenty of time to finish packing and run errands. I've been tossing random paperback books into my large luggage bag, books I've needed to finish anyway. Ray Bradbury, Neil Gaiman, Seanan McGuire, Catherynne M. Valente.
I am still thrilled that I don't feel any anxiety - yet.

Tons of meditation, often while performing the gentle stretching exercises from physical therapy.
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I have a new dress. It is a real dress. It is a strapless red nearly ankle length dress with a black ribbon around the waist and black trim around the bust. The bodice fits snugly. The skirt is flowing and loose enough to spin in. It is a shiny material. It is a shiny dress. I have a lacy little cotton jacket to conceal bra straps and to feel more comfortable and less shy.
I feel weird in a dress
like this. It is fine for weddings and parties and things. But it stuns me. It confuses me. It startles me. Thank gods for the black jacket shawl thing that comes to my waist. I have opaque black tights, black socks slouched because I need foot padding, and fancy black ankle boots and my shiny black butterfly cane (because fuck you I'm disabled). But I am fascinated by this dress.
No one who sees this dress would ever think I would wear it. I will have dark satiny red lipstick and shimmery black eyeliner and I will try to blend into the background because I am still too shy at gatherings and this dress waves hello.
I will eventually need another dress. One that is not so "Holy shit, is that Joanna? Whoa." A dress in purple or blue, hopefully. Maybe a Grecian style that helps accentuate my curves without making the curves stand out too much.
Oh my gods, I want dresses. Me. The girl who wrinkles her nose at dresses. Pretty dresses. Fancy dresses. Semi-formal dresses. I feel weird.

Applying red nail polish with extremely shaky, spastic hands is fascinating. My fingers look covered in blood and wine and liquid rubies. It's kind of awesome.

Packing for vacation always feels weird and funny. I'm too used to being at home, with the cats and my books and my comfort zone. However, amazingly enough, there is no anxiety, no nervous feeling, no worry, not like all the other times since 2001. Klonopin and Zoloft are good.
I will wear my pretty red dress with the long black shrug and I will be at my cousin in law's wedding and try to not be noticed, and then we will go to Sag Harbor and I will be surrounded by pure comfort and silence at night and the beach and the pier and a quiet quiet village and my parents.
Still, vacations make me feel twitchy and I really still don't know why beyond comfort zone issues. We don't need to leave until Friday morning, so I will have all of tomorrow to breathe. The cousin's wedding is on Saturday, and I can get through it, and I will have my cane, and if people want to talk to me, I will talk, but I will mostly sit and be calm. And then, the Hamptons, for a week, and I will be fine.
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Ahh, having connections in the Hamptons. :-D
My mother's dear friend, Toni, has been one of her art models for years. Toni owns a salon in Montauk town. I spoke with Toni today. She is willing to give me completely free services because she has known me for most of my life and she adores me.
So, later this afternoon, Toni will pick me up, take me to the salon, color and style my hair and give me some other relaxing services for free, and drive me back in time for dinner with Adam.

This evening, Adam and I shall start packing everything we don't need for tomorrow, since Adam's job won't end until Friday afternoon. Mom and Dad will come pick me up and take me to their house. Adam will meet us after his job is done. We will all have a quick dinner, and linger over teary farewells until Thanksgiving. Then, Adam and I will start driving. We will arrive in Gaithersburg after midnight, probably around two in the morning. So, Saturday. My house and cats are fine thanks to Charlotte and her loving care.

All I know is that I have been so beautifully, wonderfully, awesomely relaxed. Yes, I have had chronic pain, fatigue, and various attacks of insert medical condition. But I have been able to push through the symptoms, ignore them just enough to feel as happy as possible, and enjoy everything the Hamptons could offer me during my quick stay.
So, I am quite happy. Because awesome.
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Yesterday, I spent my first full afternoon and night at Gurney's Inn Resort Spa hotel.
It's lovely.
Montauk Beach is right there, where the ocean rolls and pulls. The sound helps me sleep at night and relax during the day.
Yesterday evening, Adam and I went out into town for dinner. Most of the East End of Long Island closes around six or seven. We found Point Bar And Grill, which turned out to be perfect. I ate a bison burger with guacamole while Adam enjoyed mussels in garlic white wine sauce. At the IGA grocery store, I found the exact same mini cheesecake and mini flourless chocolate cakes sold in Gurney's little deli, with the same Gurney's label. The cheesecake is amazing. We picked up small food items to eat in the hotel room to avoid continuing to eat at the hotel restaurants.

Today, Adam was able to leave work early and met me at our room ahortly afer noon. For lunch, we went out to a clam shack called The Clam Shack, which Adam has wanted to visit for eleven years (we've been together for nearly thirteen years). Raw pearl oysters, lobster salad roll, Ipswich clams with butter. Vacations really are about the food.

No really, it's about the food. It's the Hamptons.

Also, I still feel terribly horrible. Sore throat, itchy eyes, severe fibromyalgia attack, neck pain, headache. But fuck that, whatever. I really don't care. I'm on vacation and I have been eating amazing food next to the Altantic Ocean in a fabulous Inn Resort Spa hotel the Hamptons. Repeat: Vacation. Amazing food. Ocean. Hamptons. Fabulous Inn Resort. So, hey, pain and stuff can fuck right off. Even though it won't. I will just yell at it with pills.
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You guys. YOU GUYS.
This is so COOL.
We took our own car, by the way, with a coworker driving the big truck.
So, Adam and I stopped at my parents' house in Sag Harbor to say hello and eat dinner. And then we drove the Montauk. We got two niights at an adorable little oceanside resort, but we will only use one because GUESS WHAT? Today and the rest of the week, we get to stay at GURNEY'S. AUGH.
http://www.gurneysinn.com/
WHARGARBL.
Adam will be working his job there until FRIDAY and the client wants him and the coworker close by. So we are staying at one of the best and most beautiful resort inns on the East Coast.
Eeeeeeeeeeee!
Vacation. Awesome. Whargarbl. Augh.
So. We have not had a room booked yet. So Adam will work, and my parents will come get me whileI sit in the lobby, and I shall spend the day in Sag Harbor until Adam gets our room and such and it will continue until Friday afternoon and OMG THIS WILL BE SO AWESOME YAY IN CASE YOU CAN'T TELL I AM VERY EXCITED.
I brought a huge pill bottle full of a weeks' worth of drugs and right now my body is rocking the Ultram, Soma, and Klonopin, and I am so ready.
Also I am eating a slice of cold pizza with extra mozzarella, from last night delivered to the hotel room. NEW YORK PIZZA YOUSE GUYS. IT WAS LIKE EATING MAGIC.

BULLETINS AS THEY OCCUR. FROM THE HAMPTONS.
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Also, I have an Ace bandage wrapped around my left wrist, arm, and hand because OMG PAIN leaving me sobbing wildly. It is mostly likely from repetitive strain injuries, because in the last few days I have been using my left hand more and more in ways it is not used to. Tonight will be a codeine with acetaminophen night.

The alarm has been set for eight and we plan on leaving around nine, so I must be refreshed as must as possible. I will fall asleep in the car anyway. That always happens. In my purse will be my trusty travel pill container and a small bottle of water. And of course there will be rest stops for snacks and restroom breaks.

I am very excited. And for once, I don't have anxiety that could affect my digestive system or any other part of my body. Thank you, Klonopin, Ultram, and Baclofen, which I did not have the last time I accompanied Adam on a long car trip. I think being so calm, relaxed, and in far less pain goes a long, long way. Because wow.
Anyone who wants to label Big Pharma as pure evil can do so, just not to my face right now. I am way too satisfied to make any arguments beyond "These drugs are helping me immensely and I am profoundly grateful. End of discussion." Of course, I will have my necessary supplements of herbs, vitamins, extracts, and compounds. I always do. Balance and harmony in everything.
I am feeling very balanced and harmonious. Yay. Peace out, all.
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I don't want to jinx anything, but so far it seems that Operation Montauk is still go.
See, Adam agreed to do a job up in Montauk, NY, which is part of the Hamptons, and which is also thirty minutes away from Sag Harbor, aka That Village What Where My Parents Live. And since I am on disability and home all the time, Adam made sure I would be able to go with him.
So, we will leave Gaithersburg on Saturday afternoon and arrive in Montauk that same night. We'll stay in the hotel (hopefully it will be Gurneys Inn Resport & Spa, the same hotel where the job will be, OMG please), and then when Adam starts work on Sunday afternoon, my parents will come pick me up and we will spend a day hugging each other and squeeing. And then Adam will join us, and we'll have dinner, and Adam and I will go back to the Montauk hotel to sleep, and then more parents again, and I might sleep in my old room in my little doll bed for a night or two, and then Adam and I leave on Thursday evening to come back to Virginia and Adam's work shop and then home to Maryland.

I'm just really really excited and I really really want to stay at Gurney's and I really hope the client is the one who pays for the room, because if Adam's boss pays we would probably wind up sleeping in a cheap motel. But in the end who cares, because SAG HARBOR WOOOO HAMPTONS WOOOO.
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The migraine dance is nothing like the chicken dance. Except at Oktoberfest in the year 3012, with Neanderthals fighting Germans in chicken hats. With prehistoric mammoths. And catapults that fire prehistoric sabre-toothed cats at spacecrafts piloted by incompetent egomaniac womanizing space captains in velour mini-skirts.

I would like to thank neck stretching, self massage, acupressure, dark chocolate, Acetaminophen-Codeine, Magnesium Citrate, Cayenne, CoQ10, and Vitamin B-100 Complex. With their combined combative help, I was able to ease and soothe this migraine pain enough to continue very light physical and mental work. Please give them all a round of applause.

My appointment with the neurologist yesterday went very well. Dr. Lin was very pleased to see me, and we set a follow-up six month appointment. I told her about Dr. Babus the pain physician and she was thrilled. I explained that since Dr. Babus was now handling all my pain drugs, it would be easier for her to handle all my brain drugs, thus taking the burden off my general physician, Dr. O'Conor. She was completely on board with that. We discussed my breakthrough seizures, and decided to increase the Klonopin from 0.5 mg to 1.0 mg daily, as a backup. She wanted to put me on Lunesta, but I refuse to pay hundreds of dollars, and also I'm doing fine with my current regimen of valerian, passionflower, and other such holistic sleep aids.

Metro Access had dropped me off at the building, and I had requested a return trip, but as it turned out, I misread the appointment times, and so the return trip window would have interfered with the appointment. I canceled the return trip quickly, especially when I realized that there was a Ride On bus stop nearby that would take me to Rockville, which meant that I could get to Shady Grove and then to home.
That bus stop was near the Walgreens shopping center, which had the only local Walgreens I knew of. Since I love the store part of Walgreens, I spent nearly an hour perusing. Prices really are cheaper than CVS. I would be happy to go back. I could take a bus, but that would actually involve too much time and effort, with hopping trains and buses back and forth. I'll try it when I'm feeling energetic enough. It's really only to Rockville Station, and I spent years metro-hopping in downtown DC.

Now, more reading.

London Done

Dec. 6th, 2010 05:15 pm
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So.
Hm.
London.
Yeah.
I can't remember all the details, but I will do my best to record everything I recall. This will take a bit.

Read more... )

When Adam and I got home, Luna jumped into Adam's arms and Rose jumped into mine.
I was on the verge of collapse, experiencing violent vertigo and fatigue. I couldn't walk straight. I couldn't sit up for more than a few minutes. I lay down on the bed and Rose climbed onto me, kneading and nuzzling and kissing and purring. I lay there for half an hour and tried to meditate.
Eventually, I managed to limp downstairs to scoop the litter boxes. I crawled back upstairs to stretch and have a shower, functioning on sheer force of will.
I actually didn't fall asleep until almost midnight. But I slept like the dead. I didn't even wake up to go to the bathroom.
Adam and I both woke up at ten on Monday. I got some caffeine, vitamins, and antioxidants in me. We ran errands, and my body finished adjusting. I made lunch: Chicken breasts smothered in olive oil and spices, baked on a cookie sheet at four hundred for twenty minutes. Garlic, turmeric, annatto, oregano. The best remedy dry dry chicken I've ever tried.
Adam is currently working on a couple of projects. Life is the way it always is, except now I have memories of London.

London Done

Dec. 6th, 2010 05:15 pm
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So.
Hm.
London.
Yeah.
I can't remember all the details, but I will do my best to record everything I recall. This will take a bit.

Read more... )

When Adam and I got home, Luna jumped into Adam's arms and Rose jumped into mine.
I was on the verge of collapse, experiencing violent vertigo and fatigue. I couldn't walk straight. I couldn't sit up for more than a few minutes. I lay down on the bed and Rose climbed onto me, kneading and nuzzling and kissing and purring. I lay there for half an hour and tried to meditate.
Eventually, I managed to limp downstairs to scoop the litter boxes. I crawled back upstairs to stretch and have a shower, functioning on sheer force of will.
I actually didn't fall asleep until almost midnight. But I slept like the dead. I didn't even wake up to go to the bathroom.
Adam and I both woke up at ten on Monday. I got some caffeine, vitamins, and antioxidants in me. We ran errands, and my body finished adjusting. I made lunch: Chicken breasts smothered in olive oil and spices, baked on a cookie sheet at four hundred for twenty minutes. Garlic, turmeric, annatto, oregano. The best remedy dry dry chicken I've ever tried.
Adam is currently working on a couple of projects. Life is the way it always is, except now I have memories of London.

London Done

Dec. 6th, 2010 05:15 pm
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So.
Hm.
London.
Yeah.
I can't remember all the details, but I will do my best to record everything I recall. This will take a bit.

Read more... )

When Adam and I got home, Luna jumped into Adam's arms and Rose jumped into mine.
I was on the verge of collapse, experiencing violent vertigo and fatigue. I couldn't walk straight. I couldn't sit up for more than a few minutes. I lay down on the bed and Rose climbed onto me, kneading and nuzzling and kissing and purring. I lay there for half an hour and tried to meditate.
Eventually, I managed to limp downstairs to scoop the litter boxes. I crawled back upstairs to stretch and have a shower, functioning on sheer force of will.
I actually didn't fall asleep until almost midnight. But I slept like the dead. I didn't even wake up to go to the bathroom.
Adam and I both woke up at ten on Monday. I got some caffeine, vitamins, and antioxidants in me. We ran errands, and my body finished adjusting. I made lunch: Chicken breasts smothered in olive oil and spices, baked on a cookie sheet at four hundred for twenty minutes. Garlic, turmeric, annatto, oregano. The best remedy dry dry chicken I've ever tried.
Adam is currently working on a couple of projects. Life is the way it always is, except now I have memories of London.

London Done

Dec. 6th, 2010 05:15 pm
brightrosefox: (Default)
So.
Hm.
London.
Yeah.
I can't remember all the details, but I will do my best to record everything I recall. This will take a bit.

Read more... )

When Adam and I got home, Luna jumped into Adam's arms and Rose jumped into mine.
I was on the verge of collapse, experiencing violent vertigo and fatigue. I couldn't walk straight. I couldn't sit up for more than a few minutes. I lay down on the bed and Rose climbed onto me, kneading and nuzzling and kissing and purring. I lay there for half an hour and tried to meditate.
Eventually, I managed to limp downstairs to scoop the litter boxes. I crawled back upstairs to stretch and have a shower, functioning on sheer force of will.
I actually didn't fall asleep until almost midnight. But I slept like the dead. I didn't even wake up to go to the bathroom.
Adam and I both woke up at ten on Monday. I got some caffeine, vitamins, and antioxidants in me. We ran errands, and my body finished adjusting. I made lunch: Chicken breasts smothered in olive oil and spices, baked on a cookie sheet at four hundred for twenty minutes. Garlic, turmeric, annatto, oregano. The best remedy dry dry chicken I've ever tried.
Adam is currently working on a couple of projects. Life is the way it always is, except now I have memories of London.
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We are home from London.
I will be quick for now, since I have severe vertigo and fatigue and it won't stop and everything is flaring and I want to go unconscious but I can't seem to, because my body insists that it is midnight but my brain wants to watch The Simpsons at eight and do various chores and errands.

Right.
London was fucking epic. We were in Camden Town. It was indescribably fantastic.

More tomorrow, when I can sit upright.
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We are home from London.
I will be quick for now, since I have severe vertigo and fatigue and it won't stop and everything is flaring and I want to go unconscious but I can't seem to, because my body insists that it is midnight but my brain wants to watch The Simpsons at eight and do various chores and errands.

Right.
London was fucking epic. We were in Camden Town. It was indescribably fantastic.

More tomorrow, when I can sit upright.
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We are home from London.
I will be quick for now, since I have severe vertigo and fatigue and it won't stop and everything is flaring and I want to go unconscious but I can't seem to, because my body insists that it is midnight but my brain wants to watch The Simpsons at eight and do various chores and errands.

Right.
London was fucking epic. We were in Camden Town. It was indescribably fantastic.

More tomorrow, when I can sit upright.
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We are home from London.
I will be quick for now, since I have severe vertigo and fatigue and it won't stop and everything is flaring and I want to go unconscious but I can't seem to, because my body insists that it is midnight but my brain wants to watch The Simpsons at eight and do various chores and errands.

Right.
London was fucking epic. We were in Camden Town. It was indescribably fantastic.

More tomorrow, when I can sit upright.

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