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Monday, June 10th, 2013 10:43 am
My parents are on their way home as we speak. Phew. Everyone was here Thursday through this morning, and that gets clusterfucky at the best of times. I did the smartest thing I could do for myself and pled (legitimate) exhaustion instead of accompanying them on yesterday's full-day tourism spree.

Other self-care: went to a lovely party Saturday night, then out dancing. Judah never would go dancing, you see. It's one of my big three grounding things, and I was trying to write a book that needed me to be going out dancing, but he wouldn't. Except for the few times he would, then get pissy at me and make me go home when I was only two, three songs in. So. I went out dancing. Took me a while to get into dancing headspace, but I got there. Going out again on Wednesday, if I can find anything to wear.

I am waiting for phone calls: the DA, the lawyer.

I sent out my resume and am meeting someone about a job opportunity tomorrow. I will be copyediting this afternoon.

I have requested copies of the police reports. I have a copy of the lease.

There is much to do. I am breathing through it. I am eating three meals a day, taking one long walk a day, and dancing.

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