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It's not that I haven't had time to write. For the first time in awhile, I just haven't wanted to. Nothing's wrong really, there's just been a bunch of tiny things that pile up that you have to deal with. Also, I changed from an estrogen-progesterone pill to one that's progesterone only, and the result has been my hormones being all out of whack. I didn't feel like writing about things if I was wearing mood swing colored glasses. Not that they're off just yet. I just got sick of being quiet.

I'm starting to find my away around the city, which is nice. Yesterday I went to the library in Hyde Park, which was tiny but nice. This is probably the first time in about twelve years that I've had to find books on my own and have keep an eye on their due date. I have been completely spoiled by (a) my mother working in a library with access to returning/checking out items several days a week, (b) her knowing exactly what my tastes are and putting aside books she thinks I'd like, and (c) not having to pay library fines. I found four seemingly acceptable books (though one I may have actually read already) and one Bourne Ultimatum DVD which we watched last night. Now I just need to return them on time.

I know there's more to say, but Moxy jumped onto my lap and the way she's resting on my arm makes it difficult to type. Plus I really need to do some more of my online training programs for work. More later.