  I would have written sooner, but I've spent most of the time since the City unconscious. found the cure for insommnia, anyways; evidently it's miserably long plane rides heading East. Still feel like I've been hit by a truck, though, rest is just not as restful as it ought. Saw a brand-spanking-new therapist lady today, after 50 minutes, we're not complete her assesment of me.
I'm complicated. Next time we get into my sordid past, and find out what makes me crazy/tick. She did say it was clear that I had a long term, chronic illness. So, i have that going for me, which is nice. Lots and love and sympathy and virtual casseroles to Minako. 
