  What a drain of a day. By 11am , I was on the floor in tears with a back that seized up on me. And by noon , I was on the phone all over town trying to get in for a massage. Something. Anything to alleviate the pain. And I found someone, $65 + tip later who was so so good, I could have kissed her in thanks. Ill be back, honey. Just as soon as I arrange a way to pay for it. From there, I then sped back up to the 78 to make an appointment with Janice.
I hadnt seen her in a month, so we had a lot to choose from to talk about. And it fell upon the PAH scenario for the entire hour. And you know, I feel so much better about it. For how I handled it, for reacting in the first place, and for being able to put it behind me as much as I have so far. Crying in front of him wasnt a concession of power. And yes, hes the asshole for not being more respectful and for not rising above it in order to honor us both. LGBT group  pick someone new to advise next term! Manteca , CA is where Delicato boxed wine is from. Im having a glass, and I want to assure you all that its as bad as youd assume, popular opinion be damned. But its cheap and I already bought the thing, so Im a-drink it. Manteca , eh? Doesnt that mean LARD in Spanish? Classy, indeed! Bryan will be off work in a couple of hours, and wed made tentative plans to see each other  it has been a long time.
I may have blown my wad on a massage, but Im still up for some grub together. But before that, I promised myself that Id get down to work on my paper for Formo. Three (or 4) texts: (Mrs. Dalloway), To the Lighthouse, Orlando, and Between the Acts. Written in that order, and if you follow the thread of lesbian characters, it paints quite a picture of what agency is afforded to them and it parallels what Woolf herself must have been experiencing. So, off to gather quotes for support. Ill write it on Sunday, me thinks. 
