Wednesday afternoon.

[hannah]

Since I don't have the capacity to panic, I've got a butterfly band-aid on my thumb over a new cut. Kind of long, shallow but wide, and, since I keep my knives sharp, very clean. It's healing fine, so I probably didn't need to call an ambulance last night, but for some reason now I'm feeling guilty about it. Even though I know it was an accident, I feel close to crying in the bathroom.

Other than a last round of edits and the citations for the bibliography, my essay's done. This wouldn't be news if it didn't involve the rigamarole of USB drives and WordPad, but it does, so there's a sense of victory involved aside from completing an assignment ahead of time.

Also, the artist sign-ups for the house_bigbang are going on, and I don't have any hope that the artists will contact me, which will no doubt leave me disappointed in the end products - "No, that's not what she looks like."

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[hannahrorlove.livejournal.com]

I've got a sizable scar on my left leg which is a reminder there are times when panicking and telling other people is the right thing to do, but it's a hard skill to learn.

Thanks.