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I had shards of broken glass in my skull all day yesterday!  That was disfortunate.  I drank water, had caffeine, ate food, ate more food, napped on the subway, took an ibuprofen, and relaxed with an ice pack and a book about a trans woman.  (The last is actually not usually a part of my list, the bit with the book, but why not.)  It would wane sometimes, but usually I was dead.  Bleh.

Today it's still here, but not as much.  I have more of a feeling that coffee and time will help.  That's nice.

In other news, there's a radical bookstore in the Lower East Side of Manhattan!  It was so amazingly pleasant to see a magazine rack that didn't leave me wincing or having to ignore half of it.

In conclusion, I have an awful lot of books on my to-read list.

[eta] A knitted/crocheted jellyfish.

This is seriously how I think.

Tacit: Can you really prove that you are you, though? I mean, really?
Xtina: Depending on what philosopher you read, I am the only real person in the universe, there is no single "me" to respond to this, or there's no cohesive "me" to respond to this.
Xtina: So I'm not sure!
Xtina: I can prove I am me right now.  I am not the me who started this conversation, although we have a lot in common.  If I were to be more non-social than social, then that would be a different aspect of me, so you could argue that we would be different people entirely.
Xtina: And if I accept as true that I am myself, then I am the one giving anything meaning in this world, from disasters to the shapes of these letters, and so not only am I me, you are only you because of me.
Xtina: Depends on the hour, really.
Tacit: *blink*
Xtina: You asked.  :)
Tacit: I did, it's true.