The day has certainly improved since my ill-fated visit to my pdoc's former office. I spent some time with Lake. We took some new piccies to use as userpics. Lake and I worked on JavaScript together. People are actually joining the communities I've started. The biggest thing is the depressed poem I wrote in my last entry helped me get rid of the rejected feeling from the psychiatrist.

My pdoc called! She said she's sorry about the mixup yesterday. She tried to call and couldn't get through. We have another appointment with her tomorrow. I was really worried about what I'd do about finding a new pdoc and our getting disability without being able to contact her. I have her new number now, so if I need to I can contact her.

Shirley won't talk to me because I told Lake we've been purging. Now Lake will watch us even more, which will make it harder to purge. It was really stupid to tell. Now Lake is concerned and Shirley is mad. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I want the purging and weight shit to all stop, but I don't know how to go about stopping it.