in which she rejoins the internest after a two month absence...
there is absolutely nothing interesting to say about eating disorders, PTSD, & health crashes, so i won't bore you all with the details & angst of the last few months. my weight is finally back to an approximation of my pre-meltdown (early march) self -- slightly smaller than my ordinary self, which does not entirely displease me. overall glad to be back, glad to be more myself -- a different self, somehow more comfortable, less tenuous. now i'm working at catching up on those things -- work, mostly, & taxes & poems & reading -- that i let slide, & listening to a right f-ed up documentary on the history of psychiatry, which i'll turn off as soon as i'm done writing this entry.
i was supposed to go to brandon this weekend, but the greyhound strike interrupted those plans, so now i'm tantalized by the possibility of korma & pakora, which i've been craving all week, & the start of Divisadero.