"I don't feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren."

Lord have mercy, I love my friends. Last night, Mark, Glenn, and Anna took me to CIBO for a post-breakup drink and hijinks ensued. Five hours and five shots plus three margaritas later (for me, at least), we were swing dancing and waltzing in the parking lot and I taught Glenn the tango basic, which he picked up really quickly. They are seriously the best-- we had a million silly toasts ("To Christina, who is awesome!", among others, some too colorful to post publicly) and gave lots of pep talks. They let me cry it all out, hugged me, then made me laugh. I feel a million times better today than I did yesterday.

Then I got home to find a care package from lapetiteflower. Wow. Seriously. That thing was packed with goodness. I'm going to make an official post on the care package swap received thread, but she made the most BEAUTIFUL box in a Mata Hari motif and filled it with beautiful hairflowers and picks for bellydance hair. There were candles and incense and BPALs that have been on my wishlist for awhile (plus "Sleepy Hollow," which smells AMAZING. Is that one Arcana?) and rose pastilles and violet mints and... the list goes on. Heather, that was the best ever. Thank you for all the thought you put into making something so perfect for me.

Then I had some AnnaTime (tm) in which she was able to perfectly articulate exactly what I was feeling but couldn't put into words. The Anna, she is wise. Being aware of my semi-drunken state, I asked her to write some things she said down, and she did, appropriately on the back of the letter that I'd written for Skyler that he refused to take. Dixie came in and sat with us for a bit, then I passed out on the couch and slept for seven hours without interruption, which I have not done since Friday. AND. This morning I woke up a) without a hangover (I love tequila) and b) with an appetite. I actually had a FOOD CRAVING. I wisely sipped some ginger ale until I was sure that I wouldn't be snuck up on by a surprise hangover, then ordered a BIG box of fries and chicken tenders. I can't eat a lot yet, because I guess my stomach has shrunk some, but I can take little bits at a time and not feel woozy. I'm letting my body tell me what it wants.

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As for tonight, it's hanging out with Ariel. I'm moving the rest of my stuff out of Sky's apartment and then we have to start cleaning my bedroom, which is a total hazard area from being a dumping ground when it was unused for three months. I need to clean my sheets and do some laundry. I might pick up a copy of Empire Records, since Sara and I have been giddily quoting it all day. IT'S REX MANNING DAY. Man, I LOVE that movie.

Whatever happens, I will well and truly be okay.