For some reason the old body horror is creeping back into my mind - just flashes of shame and disgust, short-lived and usually dismissed. It's so pointless and absurd to worry like that, to feel ashamed of a sophisticated function of nature that's the only existence I really know. But for some reason the "fact" that it's disgusting keeps creeping into my mind.

I think I've been a little adrenaline-high for a while, because I crashed hard today. Only up for a few hours and had to take a three hour nap. I might go out this evening - though my mom's finally home from the hospital, so I don't have wuite the freedom of movement I used to.