I am listening to Wrong Way Up again, having somehow escaped briefly from Over the Rhine. This is nice. I need more Eno. I need more music generally, but I keep avoiding shopping for it, as I know I'll spend too much money, and there are so many other things I need to do financially first. But music, eventually.

Jim and I went to Target and acquired many things, including a huge stack of towels, two pillows, bathroom cleaning supplies, and some random snack foods (graham crackers!) for me to bring into work. I also bought a number of 3-subject college-ruled notebooks, which were on sale due to the back-to-school thing. Tonight is gaming, but tomorrow I'll clean & organise the bathroom so that my mother can take a shower and so forth in relative comfort. At the moment it's a pretty gross bathroom.

I dreamed last night that Susan was furious at me, and when I finally found out why it was because she'd decided I was trying to steal her husband. Weird. I'm feeling very uncomfortable about it all, for no reason.

Work. I'm going through Patrick's tree code, trying to make sense of it. Patrick contracted here for a while, but he vanished without apparent fanfare soon after we moved to the new building. For all I know he's still hiding out somewhere, and will appear out of nowhere one day to yell at me for the atrocities I'll eventually committ as I sync his code with our new design. First, however, I must understand the code well enough to modify it, and that's more challenging than you might think. At least I have Rachel to talk me through it.

And... it's 1730! I will now go home, to pick up my sewing (yes, I'm working on the cross-stitch I bought during the pre-Rachel-birthday shopping extravaganza) and pet the cat, and then off to Mike & Susan's for gaming. Jim and I usually carpool, but he's responbile for food tonight, so we've decided it's simpler just to meet there.

Easy to write this today. A nice change from most of my entries. Why am I continuing to have such problems writing? Possibly because a lot of the stuff on my mind (recovery issues oh boy) are difficult to turn into words, much less appropriately vague safe words to share with an audience.

Thank you, people who are sending me email. I promise to write you as soon as I have the energy.