My right arm and neck hurts as of yesterday morning. I can't write much; will try to recap the trip to Nova Scotia sometime. But I'm not sure I need to; it's not the kind of memory that'll fade. {2009: I have written things like this a couple of times and have no idea what these unforgettable memories are!}I saw Dr. C yesterday. He asked me to grade myself on how I'm doing compared to "a while back." I said C+. He said he figured I'd grade low (what with my self-deprecation and low self-esteem and the fact that I'm an artist, which is the antidote to those other things); but he thinks I'm doing better.
I did do a lot of soul searching in N.S. Came to terms with what I think R's and my relationship is. Decided I need a straight man onstage with me. And I considered (am considering) taking the Improv class in town, but when I was saying that to Dr. C, I said something about wanting to go to the (a?) Storytelling Festival, and he jumped on that and said that sounded like the best thing I'd struck on in a while.
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