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I am feeling a bit better. I am sleeping now, at night. We have kicked puppy out of bed. All of his wriggling and rearranging constantly at night. Miracles that can perform. I took down my last post, because, I don't know...it felt too much. Perhaps I will erase every post now after I write it. Possible. Today is 70 degrees in North Carolina. Out to lunch I wear my weird black trenchcoat (intermittent rain) and my black jeggings and my platformed heels, in order for one day to expose my red toenails. Perhaps it is a false spring. But things feel more...possible today. Today notes about multiple personality disorder in the dark green notebook, for Shadow. Forms of hysteria. Perhaps I am more than a little hysterical myself. Do I somatize everything or is there an organic source? The mysteries of our bodies. The dog is sunning himself outside. I am typing this on the back porch.