Ahh... Welcome to my journal. This shall be fun. Things have been very hectic lately. Lots of friends freaking out on me. Lot's of other worries to have that added on to. Will talk all about it in future entries, just wanted to say hi!

It is so fucking hot. It is 3:40 and it is still so fucking hot. Hot Hot Hot Hot. I've got to put the material on the wings that we want to give Kat tomorrow. It's so hot, I don't know if I want to do anything. I feel ill. Heat makes me feel awful. HOTHOTHOTHOT! No air conditioning is no fun.

The material for the wings I got doesn't really work, so I'm off to CVS to get some alternative material. Lake is driving. Someday we'll be on the insurance, so we can drive too. But until then, we either take public transit or Lake drives us.

Still hot. Ate too many shock tarts, so now I feel sick as well. After another failed attempt, finally got what I need (I hope, haven't actually checked yet.) Cooling down in front of the fan. I'd type more, but I want to get the wings done and my hair braided before it warms up.

Trying a new method of making faerie wings. This trial didn't go so well. I need to select a different material. Gotta start from scratch on a new pair. Too hot and frustrated to do that now. I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'll just give Kat her wings another day. I think I'll tell her we're making her a set.

Had a bit of an episode last night before I went to bed. I felt very odd. Crying a lot. Felt like a was being twisted like a bent faerie wing. Switchy hyper and depressed states rapidly. Lake made me take a Seroquel. She thinks we should take Seroquel anytime we're having problems.

The last time I saw my psychiatrist, she said that cutting, while not a good thing, wasn't anything to worry about. Just keep it so others won't see. Lake totally disagrees with this, and when I hinted that cutting might be ok (because my psychiatrist said it was), she pulled over the car and gave me a stern look. I told her I really didn't think it was ok. That is the truth, however, Cyndi is emboldened by our psychiatrist's view on cutting. She has become more forceful since my last visit.

Tonight I meet Kat at the Diesel Café in Davis Square at 8. I don't have the wings I wanted to make her. She says she has a gift for me. Can't imagine what it is.