holy fuckmoments. Just the fact that I feel comfortable in my own skin still amazes me. I don't wake up every morning wanting someone else's life. I want my life.
I don't plan to delete my LJ (I paid for permanent status, dammit), but this will be the last post. I don't plan to read it anymore, either…
Turns out my insurance is cut off at midnight tonight, not the end of the month. In a way, that's a good thing. Now I'll move my appointment…
A week off, but tomorrow I head to the home office for a week there.