breaking out

I'm beat today.

Yesterday, I went to the drugstore to talk with the pharmacist, who gave me a hydrocortisone cream because I've got hives on my ribs, on the left side.

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I'm not covered with them, fortunately, but it does itch like crazy, though said itch comes and goes. I'm grateful that it's not shingles, which I've already had twice.

I think I've been too stressed out again. I've been waiting for news about my new book, which will be published by Atheist Republic, I've been working on a bunch of new projects, and this that and the other... And these days, I've been doing everything I can to take better care of myself; there's so much I say "no" to now.

I'm aware of what works for me, and what doesn't work for me. This is one of the reasons I've been staying home a lot more because fuck it. I'm happy when I'm home.

I'm happy when I go on tranquil excusions to a book store, or to add toys to my collection. I putter, I browse, and when I'm done, boom, I go home.

I'm an introvert who's very much at peace with her introversion. It's who I am, and I'm happy this way.

When you put most "shoulds" in the fuck it bucket, a great deal falls right into place.

I added these Monster High Minis to my toy collection yesterday, because hives.

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