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Going back to work was strange and stressful for reasons I haven't quite pinned down yet. Perhaps it was being moved to another state. I'm working in Arizona now, which isn't so bad. You would be surprised how much of the state is covered by the 500 year floodplain. There are entire panels shaded in grey. But Arizona isn't any more difficult than Colorado. Not really any kind of promotion though and I'm not comfortable around the people in the bay. At least I'm on the end of the aisle near the window, though a pillar blocks my view.

All this dental madness has left me somewhat depressed and out of sorts. I want to be off all this medication and healed. I want to go back to the gym. I want to lose some weight and not have to struggle into these damn jeans. Maybe it's because my birthday is this month, and I'm not exactly thrilled with the prospect.

In happier news, I bought soap from Althea today and I'm looking forward to it. Ever since Cate loaded us up with the contents of her cabinets, I have not bought a single bit of soap for myself.

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The last time I had to take any serious pain meds was when I got my wisdom teeth out. I was never in much pain, which was good because the tylenol/codine they gave me fucks with me too much to take(like, uber mood swings, very not pretty).

Why the birthday fear? (Though I understand. This is the first year that I've had a really good birthday in a long long time. They're normally pretty crap.)

I'm digging the darvocet mostly because I don't have any of those weird narcotic side effects. The vicodin/hydrocodone gives me a bit of a stomach ache however.

I'm afraid of growing old, really. For a long time I was convinced I would die before I was twenty.