Ugh really

Yesterday I had the day off, however, my digestive system threw a bit of a tantrum so it turned into a sick day. I had therapy, which was mostly about how I’ve been working too hard and this is my body expressing limits. I am tired. I was going to meet with J about her science fair project, but canceled so I could continue to operate in lump mode. No fever, pulse a little high but not enough to worry about, mysteriously shaky. Lunch was difficult but I managed some rice porridge. Dinner was nearly back to normal, so at least my recovery time is still pretty quick. We did the crossword, then I watched more SG-1 and went to sleep. Dreamt of rearranging furniture in a dorm suite, going to church with R, and something about a pool party.

I finished Hell’s Rejects, which ended absurdly abruptly. I started reading The Echo of Broken Dreams by CJ Archer, which is the sequel to The Palace of Lost Memories. This one needs a CN for sexual assault, though so far it has focused solely on stranger r*pe, dubiously useful.