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I find it difficult to write personal posts lately. I wonder how much of my life shall pass undocumented.

Today I got up early, and ran a good ten miles at the gym. Then I ate a truly magnificent brunch involving baked eggs with vegetables, some gin based cocktails, coffee and french toast with cherry syrup for dessert. It's a beautiful early summer sort of day, all blue sky and burning sun.

I gave myself a shot this morning, after the gym. It bled some, where I must have nicked a vessel. I hate it when that happens. It makes me feel twitchy and weird. Six months and it still sucks to inject myself.

My voice is definitely different.

I cry so much less, and goddamn but that is a blessing.

I play video games. I write a lot. I should probably eat more vegetables.