Yesterday, I picked up a 5 gallon bucket of deli pickles at d'Agastino's. Something I haven't done in a couple years. I used to have a serious pickle habit, but I gave it up when I was having painful issues with reflux. But, I seem to be picking up the habit again. Pickles, YUM!

Late yesterday afternoon, I met Sara in Harvard Square to discuss housing issues and get some paperwork filled out. I had completely forgotten about the Octoberfest celebrations in Harvard Square. The entire square was packed. I walked around looking at the various vendors' wares. I stopped at one of the various tables offering Indian food, and got some really cheep pakoras which I smothered in tamarid sauce.

After the meeting with Sara, I met up with riga_mortia. We went back to my place, where we painted and played writing games. riga_mortia was feeling slightly under the weather, however, we still stayed up later than we intended talking, writing, drinking, and listening to music.

In the morning, riga_mortia's slightly under the weather had bloomed into an full blown cold. For a nice sick person breakfast, I fed her chicken and rice soup. Being vegetarian, it's surprising that I had a can of it lying around. I'm not sure where I got it at this point, it has been languishing on the back of my food shelf for quite some time and I've never gotten around to throwing it out or giving it away.

As riga_mortia rested, I made a quick run to see Jude and drop off some paperwork. The housing issue seems to be moving ahead, which is good. However, the sum of all the incomes of the tenants I've lined up is less than what Jude was pushing for. While together we can definitely afford the place, that could be a problem. However, I'm going to have to risk it.

riga_mortia is still running a fever, I hope she feels better soon. I'm going to go out to the corner store shortly and pick her up some Gatorade and cold medication.

Bebe's pseudoboyfriend, Greg called at 6 this morning. He kept ringing the phone until I got up and answered. I knocked on Bebe's door. No answer.

Then at 7 and 7:10 her work called. I didn't get up, because I assumed it was Greg. At around 7:20, I got out of bed, because I could no longer sleep. I noticed that the last two calls were from the corner store, so I knocked on Bebe's door again. No answer

At around 7:30 Greg comes to the front door. This time I pound on Bebe's door. She responds. She told me she was ignoring the phone, because it was her day off and she didn't want them to ask her to come in. Excuse me, but she just told me that she couldn't pay me everything she owed last week, because she wasn't working enough hours! Not to mention having us woken up a million times this morning. I'm so glad she's fucking leaving at the end of next month.

Bebe got a job, so now she can start paying the money she owes on bills! She's going to be working behind the deli counter at the corner store.

We fell asleep around 3am. Woke up at 7. Had a weird dream about a group of people flying by holding on to each other and forming a sort-of human wing. I wonder if it has something to do with all of us holding onto each other to form one life.

Went to the corner store to pick up candy. Ended up getting Lay's Bistro Applewood BBQ & Smoked Cheddar Potato Chips and a pack of Starburst. Intended to just a few. But ate all the starburst and 2/3 of the large bag of potato chips (Lay's Bistro doesn't come in 6oz, only in 11oz). Felt really guilty and bad. Purged. Lake turned off the bathroom light to try to get me to stop, but I could see well enough from the light coming in through the grates in the door. I have excellent night vision.

After I performed my normal aftercare: drink a glass of 1 cup water mixed with ½ teaspoon baking soda.

Next, I took my Spironolactone and Premarin. Afterwards we went and sat in the livingroom. There the bag of chips was still sitting by the chair. We ate a couple, then a couple more, then a couple more. Then we had eaten enough to start worrying. "We can just vomit again", I thought. So we ate more. But then (before we had eaten a whole whole lot, but after we had eaten more than we should have) I realized that I'd just taken my hormones and I vomit, because I'd lose them too. Fuck.

I went and tried to hangout with Lake, but she was still upset about the vomiting. Of course any excuse and Cyndi wants to slice. We're sitting here with a razor blade (broken out of a safety razor) in front of us. Cyndi can use anything that goes wrong to weaken our resolve to stop her. I'm worried. I'm scared. I don't think it'll happen this time, but I'm sure it will happen again. I don't like this. No, not at all.