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While it is nice to see Hazel, having her here is *stressful*. As I noticed when I hit my head on my closet door and started crying because it hurt (not particularly remarkable) and then failed to stop crying when it stopped hurting. Boo that.

Also boo reading classes. I need to learn to hold in my mind that I dislike them for long enough to consistently not register for them, instead of having these cycles that allow me to forget that I hate essays and philosophy and crap like that.

But yay the classics party and not sleeping alone and other people caring that the kitchen get cleaned. And successfully making food from a recipe written in Arabic. And sprouts.